She didn’t read it.

They never read it.” I heard ice drop into a glass.

“Once the authorities declare her lost at sea, the three hundred million moves where I tell it to move, and it keeps moving until no one can follow it.”

Three hundred million dollars.

My trust.

The thing my father had spent his whole life building so that his only child would never have to be afraid of anything — being counted out, in a stairwell, by the man who’d promised to spend his life beside me.

Fiona laughed, a light delighted sound, as if someone had told a good joke.