There was a voice message instructing movers not to insure the paintings because “the frames are worth more than what’s inside them.”

Then Miriam contacted the Halston Ridge Arts Institute. The institute still had Daniel’s twelve-year-old email declining the residency on Evelyn’s behalf.

Rebecca read it twice. “Did you know he sent this?”

“I found the letter after he filed for divorce.”

“Why didn’t you confront him?”

Evelyn looked toward the hotel window. “I spent seventeen years confronting him in ways that required him to care. I was finished asking.”