The One Who Hadn’t Stopped Looking
Marcus had assumed sole interim direction of the company within hours.
Veronica was a senior executive with resources and connections.
Salgado was a licensed physician.
Against people like that, a wronged widow’s account of what she saw would be worth very little; it would be her word, emotional and grief-addled and easily dismissed, against the coordinated word of respectable professionals.
I had lived, for one long day, inside the version of reality they had constructed, and I knew how convincing it was, how completely a signed certificate and a confident doctor and a competent brother could paper over a murder.
And so I understood that if I was going to protect my husband and get justice for what had been done to him, feelings would not be enough, and testimony would not be enough.