---- "Victoria... Vicky..." The two names warred in his mind, a dull ache that sawed at his nerves. He called Tom, an old friend from Boston University School of Law. "I need you to look into someone for me. The real identity of a lawyer named Vicky." Tom sounded shocked. "You don't know? Vicky is Victoria Sterling. She was a legend, then vanished from the legal scene three years ago for some reason... Wait a minute. Victoria Sterling... Isn't that your wife?! The bewilderment in his friend's voice made Finn's grip on the phone loosen. So the whole world had known. He was the only one who had been kept in the dark. Back in a hotel room, Finn collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his head pounding. He scrolled through the few photos he had of Victoria on his phone. ---- They were all of her back, in loungewear, or busy in the kitchen. He had never taken a proper picture of her face, just as he had never bothered to truly know her. The memories assaulted him like a tidal wave. Victoria in his study, poring over law books, their margins filled with her dense annotations, which he'd dismissed as her "just browsing." Her professional, precise analysis of Elena's case, which he'd chalked up to "good luck." The times she mentioned her legal background, and he hadn't even looked up from his work. Victoria had never hidden anything. He had just never paid attention. Anger and regret tore through him-anger at her for her silence, but a deeper, burning anger at himself for his blindness. Finn snatched his phone and hurled it against the ---- wall. The sound of shattering glass was deafening in the silent room.