“You sat beside me through three surgeries and let me believe my body was broken.”

Spencer looked down at the marble floor, his lower lip trembling a little.

“I was trying to protect the family’s standing.”

I took the small blue velvet box out of my pocket and opened the silver latch.

Inside lay the diamond brooch with the platinum filigree, glittering under the recessed lights in the ceiling.

“I took this back out of Brielle’s desk drawer this morning,” I said, holding the box out between us.

Spencer didn’t reach for it.