She lifted her glass, drank, steadied herself again. “I went to the police once. He had a lot of friends on the force, a lot of influence. They didn’t take me seriously. Oh, I had some bruises, but nothing life-threatening. He found out, and he explained to me in ways I’d understand that if I ever humiliated him like that again, he’d kill me. I got away once, but he found me. He told me I belonged to him, and that he would never let me go. He told me that when his hands were around my throat. That if I ever tried to leave him, he’d find me, and he’d kill me. No one would ever know. And I believed him.”

“But you did leave him.”

“I planned it for six months, step by step, always careful not to upset him, not to give him cause to suspect. We entertained, we traveled, we slept together. We were the picture of the perfect affluent couple. He still hit me. There was always something I didn’t do quite right, but I would always apologize. I pilfered cash whenever I could and hid it in a box of tampons. Pretty safe bet he wouldn’t look there. I got a fake driver’s license, and I hid that too. And then I was ready.

“He had a sister in Big Sur. She was having a lavish tea party. Very female. I was expected to go. That morning, I complained of a headache, which, of course, annoyed him. I was just making excuses, he said. A number of his clients would be there, and I just wanted to embarrass him by not showing up. So I said I’d go. Naturally I’d go. I would just take some aspirin and be fine. But I knew my reluctance would ensure him letting me out of the house.”

She’d gotten clever, too, Nell thought now. At deceit, at pretense.

“I wasn’t even frightened then. He went off to play golf, and I put what I needed in the trunk of the car. I stopped on the way and put on a black wig. I picked up the secondhand bike I’d bought the week before, and put it in the trunk. I stopped again before I got to the party, hid the bike at a spot I’d picked out. I drove down Highway 1, and I went to tea.”

Nell sat down, spoke calmly while Mia sat in silence. “I made sure that a number of people noted I wasn’t feeling very well. Barbara, his sister, even suggested I lie down for a bit. I waited until most of the guests had left, then I thanked her for a lovely time. She was worried about me. I looked pale. I brushed her off, and I got back in the car.”