I stared at her with eyes like flint.

“Did you know she was dying?”

Chloe burst into tears, wrapping her arms around herself. “Not at first! I swear to God! He told me he’d been divorced for a year. He said his ex-wife was a psycho who abandoned him.

I didn’t know the truth about the cancer until… until I saw a text message on his phone while we were in Nassau. When I confronted him, he laughed. He said her policy was about to clear and we’d be rich.”

I studied her face. Guilt has a very specific posture, and hers was entirely genuine. She had been played by the same monster.

“If you’re truly sorry,” I said coldly, “then prove it.”

Chloe nodded rapidly, digging into her black purse. She pulled out a thick manila envelope and pressed it into my hands.