Her name was Bianca Renner, twenty-seven years old, an assistant in his international office.

Spencer had funded her brother’s startup.

He had paid to renovate her parents’ house in Ohio.

He had flown across the country for her mother’s sixtieth birthday.

In three years, he had not once flown home for mine.

When I laid it out for him, his eyes dropped, and for half a second I thought I saw guilt move across his face.

Then he pulled me into his arms.