She felt no triumph. Only release.

“Harper,” Connor said quietly. “Please.”

A month earlier, that word might have broken her. Now it did not even bend her. “You need an attorney,” she said. “A criminal one.” Then she watched him leave.

Paige remained near the window, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she told Harper. “Not because he got caught. I’m sorry for what I did to you.”

Harper closed her briefcase. “I believe you.”

“I don’t expect forgiveness.”