“The business is standing tall, Martha,” I said softly, resting my hand on the smooth top of the headstone.

“The firm is safe, and what we started thirty years ago is still in one piece.”

I sat down on the carved stone bench with my hands flat on my knees.

My fingers were warm and steady, completely free of the dizziness and numbness that had nearly wrecked my health months before.

I thought about Garrett sitting in his cell at the Dallas County jail, waiting for his trial date.

The pain of his betrayal was still a cold coal in my chest, but the fog of confusion had lifted for good.