Then she said:

“She still thinks she protected something.”

I nodded.

Vivian had spent her life believing that control was the same as love.

That wealth justified secrecy.

That family loyalty required obedience.

She’d convinced herself she could take my marriage, my son, and three years of our lives because she believed she knew what was best for the Hale legacy.

Now she was living with the legal consequences of those choices.