"Nothing that matters." I stopped abruptly, turning to face him. "Is Miller telling the truth? Is he flipping on her?"

Michael's expression darkened. "Daniel spoke with the prosecutor this morning. Miller's giving them everything—dates, account numbers, contacts. He claims it was all Jessica's idea from the beginning."

"And was it?"

"Does it matter? They were both willing participants."

People streamed past us, returning to the courtroom as the recess ended. In minutes, I'd have to go back in there, see my sister in handcuffs, possibly be called to testify.

"She brought up a promise we made to our mother." My voice sounded distant to my own ears. "Sisters forever, no...