I left the hospital carrying my daughter’s ashes when my husband finally called from wherever he was with his mistress and coldly said, “The bill has been taken care of. Stop bothering me.” I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t allow him to hear my voice break.

“You could destroy them completely,” Gideon observed.

“I could,” I acknowledged.

“But you won’t do that?” he asked.

I looked directly into his eyes.

“I am not interested in manufacturing Brendan’s destruction.

If his company fails because the truth comes out, that failure belongs to him.”