I shook my head.
“My title showed me where the doors were.
You were the one who walked through them.”
She slipped her hand into her coat pocket and closed her fingers around the key to her apartment.
The old cracked phone remained sealed in evidence storage.
The pale blue blouse hung in the back of her closet.
The bruises faded long before the fear did, but eventually the fear began fading too.
Marcus had told her nobody would believe a frightened wife over a respected lawyer.
He had been certain that confidence sounded like truth.
In the end, the courtroom believed the recording, the photographs, the witness, the medical evidence, and the woman he had underestimated.
Most of all, Chloe learned to believe herself.
