At my divorce hearing the judge ruled I’d leave with nothing. My husband leaned down and told me to see how long I’d last. Then the courtroom doors went.

Which were produced in the divorce, by Reeve’s own firm, for a completely unrelated reason.

Which is the only way on this earth I ever found out they happened.

By the nineteenth of October, 2021, I had been with Reeve Hale for about nine weeks.

I had somebody looking after it. I had a man who said he would deal with all of it and I had never in my life had one of those.

And I did not need a trust.

So the whole of it. Sixteen years, four hundred and eleven pages, forty-one photographs, a man on an eleventh floor.

All of it came down, in the October of 2021, to a telephone ringing twice in a flat in Carrow.

And a twenty-year-old woman who had already decided not to pick it up.
PART 5

Reeve Hale did not lose everything in a quarter. That is not how any of it works and Severin never meant it literally.