But this time, she did not look ashamed.
“She already did more for me than you ever did,” she said. “She told me the truth.”
Ronald turned away from her as though she had ceased to exist.
Then he faced Victor.
“You want to talk about medical files?” he spat. “Let’s talk. Let’s tell everyone what Lexi buried.”
That was when I entered.
The room fell silent.
I had not planned to go downstairs.
Victor had advised against it.
Mara had advised against it.
Every sensible person had advised against handing Ronald a stage.
But some moments require the person most wounded to become the person most visible.
I walked into that private dining room wearing a black dress and my grandfather’s old gold watch.
No diamonds.
No armor.
Just truth.
Ronald stared at me as though I had stepped out of a nightmare he thought he controlled.
