I could write, Kenneth hid a relationship from me, and underneath it, I feel foolish for not noticing sooner.

Then I could answer that feeling with something truer: his choices were his responsibility.

The page did not judge me.

It simply held both lines until I was ready to turn it.

PART 17 — The Conversation at the Café

Kenneth asked to meet one final time after the major property questions had been resolved.

I agreed to a public café near Mr.

Callahan’s office and told him I had thirty minutes.