And the answer is not that I am cold, though I have been called cold, and worse.

The answer is that I was pregnant, and unwell, and physically incapable of fighting the war I knew was coming, and so I did the hardest thing there is, which is to wait.

I let him believe he was getting away with it, because a man who believes he is getting away with something grows careless, and a careless man leaves a trail.

Every week I stayed quiet, his contempt made him bolder and his bookkeeping sloppier, and my forensic accountants had another clean transfer to document.