(Kieran)
We got home just after six.
Maria had already been and gone. Something covered on the stove. The house quiet the way it always was at this hour.
Sloane put her bag down in the hallway and went straight to the kitchen. I followed her. She lifted the lid on the stove and looked at what Maria had left. Put it back down. Turned to look at me.
"Tell me," she said.
She had known since the elevator. Had not pushed. Had sat beside me in the car the whole drive home and let me have the silence.
But we were home now and she was done waiting.
I sat down at the island. She stayed standing.
"My uncle Donovan was arrested this morning," I said. "The media monitoring firm confirmed he was behind all of it. The press attempts. The hearing transcript sent to journalists. The documents. All
