The first twenty-four hours after Julian's arrest were chaos. The police took my statement four times. The Tribune ran the story on their evening edition with the headline: VOSS ARRESTED IN ASHFORD CONSPIRACY. My phone didn't stop ringing.
By Thursday afternoon, I'd moved my parents to a private hospital in Marin County, paid for by the company's emergency fund. My father was awake and talking, though he couldn't stay awake for more than an hour at a time. My mother had surgery on her spine and would need months of physical therapy.
I sat by my father's bed on Friday morning, the same day the trust documents had been set to expire.
"I read your letter," I said.
He looked at me with tired eyes. "I should have told you sooner."
"Why didn't you?"
"Because I was afraid. Julian is careful
