She knew things about that business no one else did. Things Vincent had never bothered to learn. The light turned green. She pressed the gas gently, forcing the thought back down. She wasn’t ready for it yet. She wasn’t strong enough.
Right now, she was just a woman with trash bags in her trunk and a child in the back seat, trying to get through the next hour without breaking. But the thought lingered anyway, heavy and unwelcome. Vincent thought he was walking away with everything.