Crispin ended the evening seated far from Odette; she did not take his arm again.

Lenore spoke with people she’d worked beside for years and with others who knew only her name.

She didn’t use a single conversation to discredit her husband.

She didn’t need to.

The plain truth was enough — and a truth that stands on its own has never needed a raised voice to carry it.

Chapter 21 — The Morning After