“The truth,” she said.
“On the record.”
Imani studied her for a moment across the desk, the way a doctor studies a patient who has just made a decision about a hard course of treatment.
“I’ll be honest with you, because you’ve earned honesty,” she said.
“The quiet route is easier.
I can get you a clean divorce, your money back, and none of it in the papers, and most of my clients — smart women, women like you — choose exactly that, because they’re tired, and they just want it over.
The public route is harder.
It costs more.
It means everyone knows your business.
It means standing up in a room and being the person who wouldn’t stay silent, and there is always someone who will decide that makes you the problem, not the man who stole from you.” She folded her hands.