That, more than the prison she went to, was the thing I had come for.

Not her punishment.

My truth, made undeniable.

Chapter 22 — A New Morning

Six months later, the early sun came through the wide windows of our new home in La Jolla, laying gold across the counters, and the air smelled of salt off the Pacific.

We had sold the San Diego house; neither of us could live in rooms where her shadow stood in every doorway.