She knows what her father did.
Doesn't she? Yes. Of course she does.
"My parents went to prison when I was young. They were there for fifteen years." I watch her for signs of recognition—and I get it. It's easy to tell that Sabrina knows about the incarceration of my mother and father. How they were sent to prison for purchasing property with laundered money. Turned in by their competitor who made it his business to expose them. Break them. Turn our world inside out. "When they were released, they just...they were so ashamed. They'd lost their will to live. My father was a shell of his former self and when my mother passed from heart disease, he just...followed. Didn't wake up. Prison withered them into nothing. Dust."
Her golden eyes are wide, unblinking. She starts to say something an
