Checked

William is dead, and Victor rides home through a lightning storm to watch an innocent girl hang for it. Charlotte Gordon follows him with a growing list of charges: a family that exists to console him, mountains that exist to mirror him, and one sentence, my own vampire, that slips out of his account like a confession. Then Justine's trial, where the women of this novel do what they always do: speak, go unheard, and pay. Gordon has a word for what Mary Shelley built into every one of them, and it is checked.