Instead she gave it the one job that could redeem it.

Every room in that mansion had been a stage for her humiliation — the dining room where she’d been inspected, the halls where she’d been ignored, the kitchen where she’d been told she made everything look ordinary.

She could not make those years not have happened.

But she could change what the rooms were for.

She could take a house built to make one woman feel invisible and turn it into a place devoted, brick by brick, to helping other invisible women be seen.

There was a justice in that far more satisfying to her than anything that happened to Lucius.