The relationship between them had changed.

It wasn’t a simple story of one brave woman and one evil doctor anymore.

The household had been built on obedience, and obedience had made terrible things easier to hide.

That evening Owen finished half a bowl of soup and asked for toast.

Kenneth looked almost afraid to celebrate.

I smiled at him across the table.

“It’s a good evening,” I said.

“We can let it be a good evening.”