Before I left, I turned back and looked straight at Clarissa.

“Your son’s about to be put on death row, and you still have the appetite for hot pot. Guess he’s not that important to you after all.” My voice stayed cold. “If I were you, and I raised a son like that, I’d be too ashamed to show my face anywhere.”

Talia’s gaze flicked to Attorney Keane like she was watching an idiot. “If she had any shame, she wouldn’t have teamed up with her son to ...