One afternoon, Margaret called to tell me that the investigators had made further progress in tracing the money.
She didn’t offer promises about the outcome.
She simply said that the records were beginning to reveal a clearer picture of the scheme and that the authorities were continuing to examine the threats and the suspicious trust arrangement.
I thanked her.
Then I drove to my house.
It had been weeks since I had stood in the hallway where Richard had expected me to welcome his mistress.
The place looked almost exactly as I had left it.
The same polished floor.
The same staircase.
The same photographs.
But the house no longer felt like a monument to a marriage that had failed.
It felt like a place I could begin again.
I walked into the kitchen and stood beside the island.
I remembered Richard eating my cheesecake and telling me that Vesna would be moving in.
