“She wants to testify against herself,” Cloe said. “Voluntarily.”
Mac was on the phone before she had finished the sentence. She could hear him thinking through it, the specific quality of his silence when he was processing something quickly and had not yet decided how to respond.
“What does Ruth think she’s doing,” he said.
“Ruth doesn’t know. She said Sandra’s lawyer called it a goodwill statement. Something to add to the record before the divorce finalises.” Cloe sat down on the edge of her bed. “Mac. Whatever Sandra is doing, it’s not goodwill. It’s never been goodwill.”
“No,” he said. “But it might be something else.”
“Like what.”
“Like a woman who has run out of moves and has decided the only thing left with any value is the truth.” His voice was quiet. Careful. “She sent you t
