Naomi stayed until I could breathe comfortably.

The conversation had not given me closure.

It had given me certainty that the person Wyatt most wanted to protect was still himself.

PART 12: A House That Was Not My Home

I had entered the Whitcomb mansion believing I was its hostess.

I learned during the first weeks of recovery that even the simplest thing I owned there had been treated as part of Wyatt’s authority.

His office controlled the household payroll.