We walked out of the federal building an hour later.

The Minneapolis wind was cold, carrying the scent of incoming rain from the Mississippi River.

Gray clouds hung low over the glass skyscrapers.

Harrison was waiting by the concrete pillars near the steps.

His collar was turned up against the wind.

“Claire,” he said as I approached.

Elena stepped slightly in front of me, but I touched her arm to let her know it was fine.

“What do you want, Harrison?” I asked.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said.

“I didn’t know the extent of what she did until the banks started calling last month.”

“I know that doesn’t change anything.”

I looked at his face, noticing the faint lines around his eyes that had not been there when we married.

“You’re right,” I said. “It doesn’t change anything.”

“But you did the right thing today.”

“For once.”

He nodded slowly, looking down at the damp concrete.

“They’re taking the house,” he said. “The lake property near Duluth, too.”

“Good,” I said. “It was bought with my money.”

He did not argue.