I meant that as precisely as I said it, because the difference was the whole point, and I had held onto it like a rail through the entire process.

It would have been easy — satisfying, even — to let the two things blur, to let my anger at a husband drive the punishment of a director.

Dorothea had warned me about exactly that on the first day, and she was right, and beneath the legal caution there was a moral one I set for myself.

I was not going to become a woman who used a company to settle a marriage.

Every step of the audit had been run by people who did not report to me and did not know, at first, whose husband they were reviewing.

The evidence was the evidence whether I loved him or hated him.