wrote that he had chosen you because you were the only person he trusted to uncover the truth without becoming corrupted by it.”
Victor had seen something different.
He had believed the law was still inside me, even when I had buried it beneath dishes, calendars, business dinners, and the daily labor of making another person’s life easier.
Andrew spoke softly.
“Mara, I’m sorry.”
“You need to come upstairs.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
“But we need to read Victor’s letter together.”
Martin reached for the folder.
“Not here.”
“Why not?”
“
