Her eyes were red-rimmed, but the envy that had lived in them for years seemed to have burned out.

“You got what you wanted,” Kelsey said.

“I kept what was mine, Kelsey,” I said.

She stared at me for a long moment, then turned and walked out of the double doors at the back of the courtroom.

Trevor was speaking in hushed, frantic tones to his lawyer near the side exit.

The lawyer was shaking his head, pointing to the documents on the table.

I knew what was coming next for Trevor.

The District Attorney would not ignore a referral from Judge Whitaker.

There would be investigators, indictments, and a trial of a very different kind.

And Kelsey would not stay with a man who was about to drag her name through the mud of a criminal trial.

I could see the cracks in their marriage opening up right there in the fluorescent light.

I gathered my files and slipped them into my canvas bag.

My lawyer, David, gave me a brief, supportive nod.

“We did it, Meredith,” David said.

“Thank you, David,” I said.