I knew that now.

But used correctly, it might undo some of the damage that other money had done, and that — not revenge, not even justice, just repair — was the only thing I found I wanted from it.

The plan that built itself in me over the next few minutes was cold, yes.

But at its center it was not cold at all.

At its center it was the warmest thing I have ever done.

I want to say clearly: I had not come home planning any of what came next.