I Came Home Unannounced After Four Years Abroad and Found My Wife Starved and Shaved in the Backyard. My Mother Said She’d Brought It on Herself. I Didn’t Yell

They walked into a private conference room, and the door opened behind them, and it was not a banker who came in.

It was two uniformed police officers, and a state prosecutor, and Arthur Vance, and me.

Selina went white.

“Damian… what is this?”

“This,” I said, “is the accounting.”

Vance stepped forward with a thick dossier under his arm and spoke in a flat, official voice.

“Selina Sterling.

Godfrey Sterling.