And there, finally, I said the thing I’d carried since the first night.

“I heard you, Ivan.”

The line went silent. “…What?”

“In the hospital.

I woke up before you came into the room.

I heard you tell Renata I had no money.

I heard you say the house was your family’s.

I heard you say you’d hand me a settlement and keep Micah.” Down in the drive, his head came up; across the dark and the glass, his eyes found mine.