The prescription he’d arranged bore a trail that led back to him.

The concierge doctor, facing charges of his own, gave the prosecutors Sennett in exchange for leniency.

My husband was indicted on a long list of counts — the corporate fraud, and, separately and to me most importantly, the deliberate administration of a controlling substance to me without my knowledge or consent.

The last time I saw him in person was across a courtroom, and he did not look handsome or devoted or clever.

He looked like what he was.

Chapter 19 — Perpetua