He flinched.
Like a man who'd just realized the guillotine blade was already halfway down and he'd been too busy monologuing to notice.
"If this marriage was alive—if she was seen, if she was heard, no, actually... if had supported her this one last time and maybe read past page ten of her screenplay, she's spent so much time on before you dismissed it—there'd be nothing to take. You understand that? I didn't break into a vault. I walked through an open door. A door that's been open for years. Neglected by two important people in her personal and professional life.
"And you never noticed because you were always upstairs drinking scotch and laughing about how smart you are."
I wasn't gloating or smirk. I said it the way you'd say "it's raining" or "your fly's open." Factual. Finished.
The room could choke on it or swallow it; I didn't care which.
Dominic made a sound.
