“I couldn’t expose your case.”
“You could’ve protected me without shutting your wife out. You left an empty space, Andrew. Gwen filled it.”
On the drive home, I watched the road pass in silence.
I had mistaken loyalty for innocence.
Clara had asked for reassurance, and I’d answered with silence that Gwen later turned against us.
Back home, I unfolded Aria’s crayon note again.
“She carried this guilt.”
“We don’t know that,” Jackson said.
“A child who writes this doesn’t forget it.”
My purpose changed.
