What are you doing?

Have you lost your mind?”

She turned her head slowly and looked at him with a coldness that quieted the room.

“I spent twenty-eight years letting you display me like a piece of jewelry, Harrow,” she said softly.

“I looked away from your arrogance, and your cruelty to our children, and your greed.

But when I learned that your charity for wounded veterans was a tax fraud that skimmed most of what people donated — and that you were using dog tags from fallen service members as phony write-offs — I drew a line.”