“Chloe’s uncle,” Frank said, and it sounded like a door shutting.

Then the front door opened, because I had left it unlatched for her.

Sarah Jenkins, my attorney, came in with her coat still on and her briefcase against her hip.

“I’m Sarah Jenkins,” she said to the room.

“I represent Nora.”

Julian laughed, one dry note with nothing in it.

“You brought a lawyer to our anniversary dinner.”

“You brought fraud into our marriage,” I said.