“He left me to die in an ICU corridor,” I said, “so he wouldn’t have to pay my hospital bills.

Execute the clause, Maren.

Every line of it.

Let’s find out how much his money protects him now.”

Chapter 10 — The Machinery

There is a particular kind of quiet that comes over you when you set an enormous thing in motion and there is nothing left to do but let it move.

I sat in that reassigned hospital room — the cheaper one, the one they move you to when you stop being a billionaire’s wife — and I listened to my own body’s monitors, and somewhere across the city a decade of my grandfather’s careful, patient work began to wake up.

Maren worked the phones.