I refused to present every accounting discrepancy as a criminal conspiracy simply because I no longer trusted Wyatt.

At one settlement meeting, Wyatt watched me review a document and said, “You never used to be this hard.”

“I was always capable of reading what I signed,” I replied.

“You just didn’t expect me to do it.”

He looked down.

For a moment, I saw the man who had once waited outside a florist in the rain because I wanted white peonies for our wedding.

Then he raised his eyes and asked whether we could keep the worst details out of the public record for Piper’s sake.