I spent the next three days thinking.
I talked to Diane. I talked to Maya. I talked to a friend from the gallery, a woman named Priya who had known me before I was Helena Ashford. They all said different things.
Diane said take the deal. "One million dollars and a public acknowledgment is more than you'll ever get in court. And you don't have to worry about the NDA. We'll make sure it's fair."
Maya said don't take it. "She's a liar. She's been lying for forty years. She'll find a way to screw you over. You should keep fighting."
Priya said do what you want. "You're the only one who has to live with this. Don't let anyone else decide for you."
I thought about the robe. I thought about the note. I thought about the five years I had spent in that house, and the woman I had been when I mo
