“We will,” Marianne replied. “But first, we make sure the right people hear it in the right way.”
That answer would have frustrated me before.
Now I understood the difference between silence and strategy.
Marianne slid a tablet from her folder. “There is something you should see, though only if you feel ready.”
Adrian’s posture changed. “Marianne—”
“She has the right to decide,” Marianne said.
I looked between them. “What is it?”
Marianne turned the tablet toward me.
It showed a news article from a local Denver outlet.
PROMINENT REAL ESTATE INVESTOR’S PREGNANT WIFE PRESUMED DEAD IN ASPEN ACCIDENT
Beneath the headline was a photograph of Victor and me from a charity gala. His hand rested at my waist. I remembered that night. I remembered how hard he had squeezed when I forgot the name of one of his investors. In the picture, we looked elegant. Happy. Safe.
