I dealt in records.

I hadn’t spun a better story than his; I had simply found the true one underneath, the one he’d been too arrogant to think anyone would ever read.

He had spent our whole marriage certain that the person who controls the narrative wins.

Standing on that terrace watching the color drain out of him, I understood at last that the person who controls the evidence wins — and that he had, with his own tidy hands, left all of it for me.

Chapter 16 — Served

Eloise Langford walked onto the terrace with the unhurried calm of a woman arriving exactly on schedule, and she handed Cassian three documents.