And she understood, coldly, that every one of those things would be a gift to Dorian.
A confrontation would warn him.
It would give him time to move the money, delete the messages, coach Lyra, and assemble — with Maeve’s help — the tidy family narrative in which Odette was the unstable wife who had finally cracked.
The single most dangerous thing she could do to these people was, therefore, nothing.
Nothing, visibly.
Nothing they could see.
While underneath the nothing, quietly, she built a case so complete and so lawful that when she finally opened her hand, there would be no version of the story left for them to tell.
Chapter 6 — The Camera
She started with the thing she already had.
A month earlier, on an instinct she hadn’t fully examined at the time, Odette had bought a small camera disguised as a smoke detector and mounted it in the corner of the formal living room — the one room of the house where the family gathered and where, she’d noticed, Dorian always drew the heavy drapes in the afternoons.