It felt like the end of a very long illness — not joy, exactly, but the vast quiet relief of a fever finally breaking.

What the money gave back to me was not, in the end, the thing I had expected, and it took me a while to understand what I had actually recovered.

I had thought, through the long nights of building the case, that I was fighting for the assets — the sixty percent, the restitution, the reclaimed holdings — and in a practical sense I was; a single mother needs a floor beneath her, and Luke had tried to take mine.

But when it was all finally awarded and transferred and mine, I found that the money itself was not what moved me.