"Let me see her. One last time."
Ethan stood outside the gallery the next afternoon. Rachel had told me that morning that the police had questioned him all night before letting his lawyer, Lucas Mercer, take him home. The investigation was still underway.
The security guard waited for my nod before letting him inside.
I added the final touch of blue to my new painting before turning to look at him. He walked to the place where he used to sit, only to find an easel there now. He stopped, then set the cleaned ring box on my worktable.
"Nora, I was wrong. I shouldn't have abandoned you. I shouldn't have withheld your money, and I never should have tried to force you to sign that statement."
"What else?"
He lowered his eyes to the box. "I always thought that if I told you to come home, y
