She did not forgive him.
That was the first thing she said to Kane the next morning when he found her at the kitchen island with her laptop already open and three browser tabs running the story from three different angles.
"I want to be clear about that," she said. "Knowing the scene was staged doesn't undo the three years before it. The texts I found. The way he made me feel small when I asked questions. The fact that he chose silence over truth when truth was what I needed." She looked up. "I'm not running back to him."
"I know," Kane said. He poured his coffee. He sat down across from her. He did not look relieved and he did not look threatened and she found, as she always found, that his steadiness was the most disarming thing about him. "But it changes the moral weight of things. A
