"There's only one way out of this. We divorce, you walk away with nothing, and you take the fall. It's just a few years in prison. Tommy and I will wait for you."

Bernice latched onto the idea like a drowning woman clutching a life raft, sobbing and begging.

"Astrid! Just accept it, please. I'll help take care of Tommy for you."

Then, as if she was afraid I'd bolt, she clamped down on my arm and screamed at the victim's family:

"She's the car's owner! If you want compensation, talk to her! It has nothing to do with us!"

So now that disaster had struck, their big plan was to pin it all on me?

There was no way in hell I was letting that happen.

I'd make every last one of them choke on their own words.