At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

investigation. By Wednesday morning, his portrait had been removed from the courthouse.

I didn’t feel triumph. I felt empty. And then, slowly, something else.

Peace.

Two weeks later, I met Catherine for coffee. She looked different. Tired, but also lighter somehow.

“I didn’t know,” she said immediately. “About the emails, the deals, any of it. When I continue reading …