Revenge on the In-Law

The smell of burning rubber and twisted iron filled the air, a fitting incense for the funeral Jack Harlan should have had a year ago. Instead of a grieving widow, I stood over the wreckage as a judge. There lay Doris—the woman who had fed me worms, bankrupted my soul, and sold my dignity to a lecherous bidder for fifteen grand—paralyzed and broken in the dirt. And there was Jack, the husband who faked his death to start a secret life, pleading for the legs he’d just lost while his pregnant "real" wife looked on in horror. My brother was traumatized, my home was a crime scene, and my family was finally armed. The year of endurance was over; the debt was due, and I was the only one left with the power to sign the papers.