“There is a great deal you don’t know about my affairs, Clara.

But you don’t need to worry about the details.

That is my job.” He reached across the table and touched my wrist, his thumb rubbing the skin just above where the bruises had faded.

“We are going to have a perfect life, Clara, as long as you trust me.” It sounds very peaceful, I said, forcing my lips into a smile.

“It will be.