“You’re overreacting.”

“You texted me a photograph while trying to leave the country with company property,” I said.

“You thought you were leaving me with nothing.

The problem is that you underestimated the wrong woman.”

I hung up.

The house did not applaud.

The coffee did not taste like victory.

My hands were steady now, but my chest still held the old bruise of someone who had spent years making excuses for the person she married.