“Yes.”
“And he stole the money?”
“Yes.”
She closed her eyes. “I feel like I’m dying.”
“You aren’t dying, dear. You are waking up. It hurts, but it is the only way to heal.”
Mrs. Catherine walked past us then, ignoring me entirely. She looked like a ghost. She walked out the front door, got into her car, and drove away.
I went home alone. I sat in my quiet living room, the adrenaline fading, leaving a cold ache in my chest. I had won. I had destroyed the monster. But I had lost my son.
Michael didn’t speak to me for three months. Those were the longest months of my life.
In the meantime, the prophecy came true. The District Attorney indicted Robert Harrison two weeks after the wedding. The evidence I had distributed at the wedding made its way to the press. The scandal was massive. He was arrested, handcuffed in front of the cameras.
Mrs. Catherine filed for divorce. She sold the estate to pay debts.
Sarah moved into a small apartment. She visited Robert in prison once. She told me later that he cried, a broken man who had chased the wrong things his entire life.
