It would tell him to be careful, to hide the money better, to get his story straight before the lawyers came.

My rage was the most valuable thing I owned in that room, and the way to keep it valuable was to spend none of it where he could see.

So I kept it.

I held still and I kept all of it, and it has bought me my whole life since.

Chapter 3 — The Call I Hadn’t Made in Six Years

I reached for the phone on the bedside tray.