He would think about that “okay” a great deal, later.

He would think about it at three in the morning for the better part of a year.

Because here is what Chadworth Prescott did not understand about Sabina Vance until he was sitting in a dark room watching a monitor: she had not been auditioning to be a wife.

She had been conducting an appraisal.

The house.

The trust structure.

The names on the deeds.