Sophia’s POV

Sunday service starts at 08:00 a.m. It’s currently 07:30 a.m., and we’re en route to church. Garvey is behind the wheel. My husband sits next to me, his legs crossed, staring out the window, both of us strapped to the seats inside his Rolls-Royce Phantom.

My eyes are on him, noting every finger twitch, every jaw clench, and every deep sigh he’s not aware that he’s making. He’s not said much all morning; he doesn’t have to. Now that I know what his father did to him, ...