“The strange thing is, I don’t think about the room every morning anymore.”

That was better than any dramatic statement about freedom.

Not forgetting.

Space.

The room had finally become smaller than her life.

EPILOGUE — THE DOOR STAYS UNLOCKED

When I came home from Qatar, I thought I was about to uncover one secret.

Where had the money gone?

Instead I found several.

My husband had lied about my mother’s care.