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“Yes.”
“You copied my statement.”
“Parts of it.”
“You gave her information about my security procedures.”
“Yes.”
“You looked for cabinet access.”
“Yes.”
“You watched her pick up the baton.”
His eyes lowered.
“I didn’t think—”
“No. Do not finish that sentence.”
“I didn’t think she would swing it.”
“You moved backward.”
“I was trying to get out of the way.”
“I was in the way.”
“I know.”
“You knew she was angry. You knew she believed I was taking money and control from her. You knew she had used that baton before.”
Ryan looked up sharply. “Not on anyone.”
“She struck a table with it at Christmas.”
“She was making a point.”
“She dented the wood.”
“She wasn’t going to—”
“She did.”
The room became quiet.
Claire shifted but did not intervene.
Ryan rubbed his thumb against the edge of his palm.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Lisa had imagined hearing those words. In some versions she cried. In others she stood and left. Once, at three in the morning, she imagined throwing a glass of water at him and felt embarrassed even while alone.
Now she felt almost nothing.
“You are sorry about the wrong moment,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“You are sorry you did not stop the baton. I need to know when you became willing to let her inside my company.”
Ryan swallowed.
“She said Mark had found discrepancies in the foundation pledges. She said some of your donations had been entered incorrectly and the auditors might accuse her of fraud.”
“So you gave her access.”
“I gave Mark network information. Not passwords.”
“You searched for the cabinet code.”
“I didn’t find it.”
“You looked.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“Because you would have said no.”
“That is what consent looks like.”
His face tightened. “Everything with you is consent and access and authorization. Marriage isn’t a secure facility.”
“No. It is apparently a service entrance.”
Claire said, “Lisa—”
Samuel held up one hand.
Ryan leaned forward. “You want me to say I stole from you.”
“I want you to say what you did.”
“I helped my mother verify records.”
“You knew she transferred money.”
“Later.”
“You told her to put it back.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because by then you had started watching me.”
“I checked login records.”
“You checked where I went. What devices I used. When I woke up.”
“Because someone had used my credentials.”
“You treated me like a threat before you knew.”
“You were a threat before I knew.”
Ryan recoiled.
The words remained between them, accurate and cruel.
Lisa felt Samuel look at her.
Ryan’s voice dropped. “I spent ten years trying not to be useless.”
“This is not about your injury.”
“It is always about my injury when you want to explain me.”
“I did not say useless.”
“You didn’t have to. You paid for everything. You fixed everything. When my knee got worse, you found a surgeon. When the appeal stalled, you called someone. When the roof leaked, you hired a crew before I found the bucket.”
“You wanted me to wait for the bucket?”
“I wanted there to be one thing in our life that didn’t happen because you approved it.”
“So you chose my company’s security.”
“I chose my mother because she asked me like I mattered.”
Lisa sat back.
There it was.
Not innocence. Not coercion.
Need.
Small enough to pity. Large enough to destroy things.
“What did she promise you?” Lisa asked.
“Nothing.”
“The trust.”
His eyes shifted.
“You knew.”
“She said it protected me if something happened to you.”
“Something like divorce?”
“She said your board could force you out. That your money might disappear into lawsuits. She said I needed something in my own name.”
“You had money in your own name.”
“The account you funded.”
“Our marital agreement required separate property.”
“You funded it.”
“You wanted to study architecture.”
“I wanted to know I could fail without asking you.”
“So you accepted money stolen through a veterans’ charity.”
“I didn’t know where it came from.”
“You knew it came through your mother.”
“That is not the same thing.”
“No,” Lisa said. “It is the sentence you use before the worse sentence.”
Ryan looked toward the window.
Traffic moved twelve floors below. A bus stopped, released three people, and pulled away before one of them had adjusted a backpack.
“I can testify,” he said.
“To what?”
“Everything I know.”
“You should.”
“If I do, she goes to prison.”
“That is not your decision.”
“It is partly my decision.”
“No. Her actions are hers.”
“You think decisions become clean when you put them in separate columns.”
“I think blame belongs where the action occurred.”
“And mine?”
Lisa looked at him.
“Yours too.”
Ryan’s mouth tightened.
Claire placed a hand near his elbow without touching him.
He said, “Mark told me once that your systems had an old recovery path. Something left over from before the company expanded.”
“When?”
“Last winter.”
“Where?”
“At Mom’s house.”
“What exactly did he say?”
“That new security is usually built around old convenience. He said people protect the front door and forget who still has a garage remote.”
“Did he say he had access?”
“No.”
“Did you tell investigators?”
“Yes.”
“Did he mention anyone at Aegis Ridge?”
Ryan hesitated.
Lisa saw Claire turn toward him.
“What?” Claire asked.
Ryan rubbed his jaw.
“He called Daniel a purist,” he said. “He said purists make systems easy to predict.”
“Anyone else?”
“He mentioned Mark’s old team.”
“Names.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Try.”
“I am trying.”
“No, you’re protecting yourself while appearing to try.”
His palm struck the table, not hard, but enough to make the water glasses jump.
“For once, could you believe that I don’t know?”
Lisa flinched.
Ryan saw it.
His hand dropped to his lap.
No one spoke.
The flinch embarrassed her. Then the embarrassment angered her. Then the anger exhausted itself before she could use it.
May you like
Ryan’s face folded inward.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
