Sienna left next, with an officer, to give a formal statement — and before she went she stopped in front of me, this young woman who had made two years of my life smaller, and she said, “I’m going to tell them all of it.

Everything I spent my whole life pretending not to know.” Constance stayed where she was, sunk down beside the empty chair, staring at the doorway her husband had been led through, the family name she had spent a fortune protecting lying in pieces around her on the floor.

She did not look at me.

There was nothing left in her, I think, to look with.

Chapter 16 — Taking My Life Back