I let her spend three months and, in the end, two million dollars, assembling in one place every witness, every document, every recorded word that would be needed to convict her.

My silence during those three months was not weakness.

It was the same silence I had kept under an overturned car with three broken ribs.

It was me, not wasting a single breath.

Chapter 3 — Are You Finished

I pulled the torn fabric together with one hand.