Who better to win his secrets than the one he trusts most? Who better to find out his most sordid affairs than the one he trusts most?
Who better to kill him than the one he trusts most?
Faith, loyalty, steadfastness. These things are easily faked, and she has faked them for fourteen years without blinking an eye. Yet she is not his wife, not his mother, not his daughter or his friend.
You know her. You probably talk to her every day. But you'll never realise who she is, not really. All you'll ever know is that he was gone, and no one will ever know the truth.
No one, that is, except her.