do to other people.
But she and Eleanor began meeting privately every Sunday.
Slowly.
Carefully.
No titles. No company.
Just two women trying to recover a lifetime neither had chosen to lose.
Shiaoza pleaded guilty to fraud, identity misuse, and conspiracy.
Our divorce took less time than our last annual budget review.
The day the papers became final, I sat alone in my office until the city lights came on.
For years, I had mistaken trust for never asking questions.
I know better now.
Trust is not blindness. Love is
