For Nine Years He Mistook My Silence for Surrender; What He Never Understood Was That Every Dinner I Didn’t Fight About Was a Day I Stayed Close Enough to Gather What I Needed to End Him

North Harbor Design was registered to her brother.

Over those eighteen months, Halstead House had paid it four hundred and eighty-six thousand dollars — for furniture, and wine storage systems, and consulting services, none of which had ever existed.

Roman had personally authorized every one of the transfers.

“That company is completely legitimate,” Sabrina said, too fast.

Lorna laid a small stack of canceled checks on the table beside the empty plate that had been set for her.

“Then perhaps you can explain,” she said, “why North Harbor’s registered mailing address is your private condominium.” Sabrina looked at Roman.