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office’.

And you awaited further instructions.

Just say it. While it’s all laid out. Get it over with while you can.

‘Gary, I’m seeing Ben Rader.’

Gary didn’t look up. ‘He’s a good guy,’ he said.

‘He is,’ said Ren. She hovered for a minute. ‘Thank you,’ she said.

‘Ren?’ said Gary.

‘Yes?’

‘Let him look after you.’

OK.

Ren closed the door gently behind her.

She went in to Cliff and sat at the edge of his desk.

‘How’s my girl?’ he said patting her leg.

‘Not good,’ said Ren.

‘I don’t like to hear that,’ said Cliff.

‘I’m scarred,’ said Ren. ‘I know too much.’ She shook her head.

‘About what?’ said Cliff.

‘Everything,’ said Ren. ‘How does it all work? Everyone getting diagnosed with shit, more drugs taken, more people messed up?’

‘Meds work for a lot of people,’ said Cliff.

‘I’m not saying they don’t,’ said Ren. ‘But there is something very, very wrong if the most successful drugs in a country are antipsychotics. And the people making them are being sued, left and right. That’s what I’m saying. And giving kids psychotropic drugs? That’s a whole pile of wrong. Children being diagnosed bipolar aged two? Just for wanting to jump around, and laugh and sing and dance, and — God forbid — not be compliant?’

‘Our neighbor’s an elementary school teacher,’ said Cliff. ‘She has nine certified hyperactive children in her class. And she says if you open their lunchboxes, you might as well have a pound of sugar in there.’

‘Well, great!’ said Ren, ‘those kids will be ready for weight-loss drugs further down the line, maybe some diabetes drugs … Look at Joshua Merritt — he’d obviously gained weight if his little stepsister’s calling him a fat freak, he’s losing it …’ She let out a breath. ‘Maybe Henry Gadsden’s dream is coming through — these companies really will be able to sell to everyone.’

Ren could feel it again, that brief shift inside, that spike of rage. It was useful for work. It got results. It felt so scary, it felt good. When she was aware of it — rarely while it was happening, mostly in hindsight — she called it the bad side of mania. She had said it to Matt once.

‘Hate to break it to you, Ren — mania is one big bad side.’

‘You’ve been to paradise, but you haven’t been to me …’ she had said. Matt didn’t laugh with her.

‘Ren. Please,’ he had said, ‘you know this. The fallout is never worth it-’

Reminiscence over.

There are two sides, Matt. And you’ll never understand that soaring high. It is worth it, it always is. Every time.

Her anger toward Matt flared. She could feel her raised heart beat, her narrowed eyes, her frown.

The bad side, if it took hold, brought with it a strange, roaming anger. It moved like the sea, rolling up on an unsuspecting shore, crashing down, retreating, leaving in its wake an altered landscape. From a distance, it was something beautiful, clear, and alive. But, underneath, it was raging. And then it would strike, tearing at the shore, carrying away broken parts.

Dr Leonard Lone opened his door with a smile.

You are a billionaire.

‘Ren,’ said Dr Lone. ‘Welcome. Come in, take a seat.’

‘Thank you.’

A candle was burning on the windowsill, and classical music played from a Bose stereo.

‘How have you been?’ said Dr Lone, sitting back in his chair.

You are a billionaire. ‘I’m good,’ said Ren. ‘Great.’ You are a billionaire.

Dr Lone nodded.

‘I’ve been very busy with work,’ said Ren. You are a billionaire. ‘It’s been very intense. But, the outcome was positive. We took out a few of your friends in the pharmaceutical industry.’

He smiled. ‘I saw that in the newspaper. Well done. That must have been very satisfying.’

‘It was,’ said Ren. ‘It was amazing. We all put in a lot of hard work.’

I slept with two men. I crashed a car. I punched my colleague. You are a billionaire.

‘And how are you feeling after all that?’ said Dr Lone.

‘Great,’ said Ren. ‘Great.’ She started to cry.

Epilogue

Taber Grace poured maple syrup over a plate of pancakes. He put down the jug. Melissa Grace was smiling at him.

‘I love you,’ she said.

‘I love you too,’ said Taber.

‘I don’t know how,’ said Melissa.

‘Because you were the built-in software that came with my heart.’

They both laughed.

‘Because,’ he said. ‘You are responsible for this — for me sitting here, for me meeting up with a life that I thought was running parallel, out of my reach. And here I am, eating pancakes with my wife, while our son is upstairs sleeping like a baby.’ He put his hands on her waist and pulled her gently toward him.

‘I’m sorry you got dragged in to the case,’ said Taber.

‘I know that,’ said Melissa. She hugged him. ‘I know. We’re here now. It wasn’t for long. They didn’t lay a finger on us. TJ and I — we had each other. And … we have you now. We have you.’

Taber pulled back and held her face in his hands.

‘I never ever stopped thinking of you as my wife, Melissa Eileen Grace.’

She laughed.

‘I’d say that in six years, I called you my ex-wife about four times,’ said Taber. ‘And every time, I would choke on that “ex”. Four times, Missy. And I talked about you a hell of a lot more than that … I would usually call you my wife … to see if anyone would notice, just to make them think “hey, maybe he still loves her after all”, so it would give me permission to think, “hey, maybe I still love her after all”. Only problem was? I knew all along that I still loved you. Nothing ever changed that. I guess I just didn’t love the circumstances we found ourselves in.’

‘Me neither,’ said Missy.

‘Well, those circumstances are gone now. It’s just us. You, me and Taber Jr.’

Ren walked into Annie’s living room. Ben Rader had fallen asleep on the sofa. He was wearing just jeans, lying on his stomach, his face turned toward her.

I am in a relationship with a Vanity Fair spread.

Ren knelt down in front of him and ran her hand down his bare back. Ben smiled, but he was still sleeping.

You are beautiful. You will leave me.

Ren leaned down and kissed his cheek, then his lips. He kissed her more.

‘Hey,’ he said. ‘What time is it?’ He rolled onto his back.

‘Midnight,’ said Ren.

‘Why did you let me sleep?’