“Seeing that you have no way to pay for your husband’s losses, you are hereby sentenced to prison for arson.” The justicar’s voice boomed as he spoke to her.
Arandori stood, stunned. The reality of the decree only setting in once she settled into a cell.
“Fuck. A. Duck.” Dori had not expected this. How could she? She had simply gone to court to finalize the divorce. She had worried he might show up, but not to pursue putting her in jail. She thought, wrongly, that he would contest the divorce. Instead, he presented his case to put her away. How he had laid on everything so thick, even going so far to insinuate she might have thought him to be in the house when she lit it on fire and walked away.
She had...