Veronica Miller was the chief financial officer of Vance Logistics.

She had worked alongside Mark and his family for fourteen years.

She had come to our wedding; I had a photograph, somewhere, of Veronica laughing beside the cake.

She had held Chloe in her arms when my daughter was a newborn, had cooed over her, had brought a gift.

She was the single executive that Mark had trusted completely, without reservation, with the company’s most sensitive audits.

And that, of course, was the whole terrible point of her: the betrayal was possible only because the trust had been total.