The only thing left that might teach him otherwise was to show him, at last, precisely what I was worth.

Chapter 6 — The Call to Eric

I picked up the phone and dialed my corporate attorney.

It rang four times before he answered, thick with sleep.

“Betty?” Eric’s voice was gravel.

“It’s two in the morning.

Is everything all right?”

“I am perfectly fine, Eric,” I said, and I heard my own voice come out level and sharp, an edge I had not used in six years.