A voice, raw with paternal fury, cut through the cacophony like a whip crack. "My daughter has never done such a thing!"

All heads swiveled. Pushing through the crowd was Liam, her face a thundercloud, steering a wheelchair in which her husband, Flora, sat. Flora’s face was pale, etched with pain from his recent injury, but his eyes burned with a fire that could not be extinguished. The sight of her frail father, having dragged himself from his sickbed to defend her, sent a fresh, painful ...