He had decided what room she slept in and how she spent her days and whether she ate well or poorly.

He had held enormous power over a vulnerable person, and I had built him up in my mind, on the flight home, into something formidable.

And here he was, dissolving in a doorway the instant a deed came out of a folder, revealed to have been nothing but a bully in a borrowed robe the whole time.

That is the truth about most people who tyrannize the weak.

They are not strong.