Brandon spent years congratulating himself that he had domesticated the dangerous part of me.

He had not.

He had only stopped paying it a salary.

It was still there, watching, the whole time, and when he at last gave it a reason to look at him, it read him like a balance sheet, and it found him exactly as short as I had begun to fear.

Chapter 11 — Financial Control Is Still Control

A month after the receipt, I called Victoria Sterling for the first time, from a prepaid phone, standing on the sidewalk outside a public library, because it was the one place I could be certain no device of Brandon’s was listening.