“And Dominic?”

“He has counsel.

We’re reviewing records.

You need to stop asking me for the ending before we’ve established the beginning.”

I went home for the first time in seventy hours.

The apartment seemed impossibly large, all polished surfaces and paintings Hannah had once asked me to replace with photographs of places we actually loved.

In the bedroom, her side of the closet had remained untouched since the divorce.

I had told the staff not to move anything.