I married a prisoner for money while he was serving a twelve-year sentence — but after his conviction was overturned, he came to my apartment with a black box and said, “Now it’s my turn to be honest.”

I stared at the phone.

“Five million?”

“Yes. Take your brother and leave. Start over somewhere safe.”

I thought about our old apartment.

The unpaid rent.

The nights I’d worried about feeding Toby.

Five million dollars would change everything.

But then I looked at Julian.

The man who’d written me letters.

Who’d remembered my brother’s birthday.

Who’d become my husband in every way that mattered.

He’d deceived me about important things.

And I was furious about that.

But Eleanor was now offering an enormous sum to make evidence disappear. GetWriting