A woman coming out of a marriage like mine has to be careful about the next man who is kind to her, because she is starving, and a starving person cannot always tell good food from a baited hook.

I had trusted Luke once, completely, and been wrong; I did not intend to hand my trust to the first steady man who caught me at a vulnerable moment.

So I watched Daniel, over those six months, the way I watched everything now — carefully, for the small tells.

And what I saw, again and again, was a man who did the opposite of what Luke had done.

Luke had made me feel small so that he could feel large; Daniel treated my mind as an asset and my instincts as worth listening to.