Camilla’s influence over Gavin had always been easiest to see when they were alone.

In company, she presented herself as a devoted mother who only wanted everyone to be happy.

At home, she spoke in verdicts.

“Your wife is making you look weak,” I heard her tell Gavin one evening.

I had come downstairs for water.

Their voices carried from the sitting room.

“She’ll leave once she gets enough money,” Camilla continued.

“Then what will you have?”