I stood there staring at him, at this man I had spent thirty-two years trying to make proud, and I understood that he was not embarrassed to have been caught.

He was only annoyed at the inconvenience of it.

To him this was not a moral catastrophe; it was a logistical problem, a leak to be plugged, and I was the leak.

Chapter 8 — Her Blood Pressure

And then he reached for the weapon he knew would work on me, and it did.

He stepped closer, and lowered his voice into something that was almost gentle, which made it worse.