for two years, and he’d concluded I was manageable — easy to marry, easy to convince, easy to rob. He’d built his entire plan on my supposed powerlessness.
And my father, when I called him from the bridal suite that night and played him the recording, went very quiet, and then said the thing I’ll remember forever: “Well. They’ve made this simple. Come home, sweetheart. Bring the recording. And do not sign anything.”
My father has access to the best attorneys in the country — the kind of legal firepower an aerospace
