The DA's office smelled like old coffee and broken promises.
I sat in a chair that had probably held a thousand other witnesses, victims, people whose lives had been turned inside out by the legal system. Marcus was beside me, his presence steady. Across from us sat Assistant District Attorney Sarah Chen, her eyes sharp and calculating.
"Ms. Carter, thank you for coming in." She slid a folder across the desk. "I wanted to discuss your testimony before we proceed."
I didn't open the folder. "What do you need from me?"
"The truth." She leaned back in her chair. "Everything you know about your husband's financial activities. Any conversations, documents, suspicious behavior. Anything that can help us build our case."
"Ex-husband," I corrected automatically. "Almost."
"Right." She didn't
