Instead she looked a rich and angry man in the eye across her own desk and told him the plain truth about which of the two men in that room had actually been a son.

She did it for Nora, I think, and for the simple principle of the thing, and she did it knowing it might cost her.

That is a rarer kind of bravery than the world gives credit for, the bravery of an ordinary person with something to lose who tells the truth anyway.”

Chapter 15 — He Didn’t Have to Pretend

Arthur’s face went a deep, blotched red.

The composure he wore like a second suit cracked, and underneath it was something small and furious.