I walked, in the rain, two full blocks, until I was well past the last of the security cameras that ringed the gated neighborhood Gavin was so proud of.

Only then did I stop, at the curb, soaked to the skin.

Thirty seconds later, two sleek black SUVs pulled up smoothly alongside me.

A man in a dark suit stepped out with a wide umbrella, opened it over my head, and opened the rear door of the first car, and he spoke to me with a deference Gavin had never once shown me in six years of marriage.

“Mrs.