Chapter 14

"Can you stand?" I asked. "Why?" "Because if you're going to die, you're not doing it on my bedroom floor. And you owe me the truth first." Marguerite gave him something bitter that brought the color back to his lips for a few hours. At sunset, I walked him down to the rocks by the water. The fog was rolling in. The moon was rising full behind it. He sat on a boulder like it cost him everything. "Talk," I said. He looked out at the sea. "I never believed you forged those silver rounds. Not for...