Her arms shook as she gripped the laptop, preparing to hurl it to the ground. She would humiliate the pair of them. She’d announce what they’d done at the next group dinner. The guests would be shocked, embarrassed, then horrified. They’d look at Tom with disgust and they’d gather around Kate, consoling her, cosseting her, comforting—

No. She lowered the laptop to the table. No. That wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want sympathy. She’d never be a victim again. She’d had that millstone hang around her neck for long enough – Katherine Armstrong, the little girl whose dad tried to kill her. She’d heard the whispers of the other kids in the playground, shrunk beneath the looks people gave her in the street.

As tempting as it was, public shaming was not the answer. It was a cheap shot that wouldn’t just wound Tom, it would also destroy SoulShrink.

An idea formed as she clicked on Jenna’s final video and a slow smile spread across her face. Here, on screen, was a way of hurting both of them – Tom and Jenna – and bringing him back. She’d be there to pick up the pieces when Jenna disappeared, never to be seen again.

The hardest part of her plan was acting naturally around Tom. If she was too sweet, or too icy, he’d grow suspicious. What she had to do was harness her emotions, wind back the clock and pretend she’d never clicked on that video, never seen what she’d seen. The first time she met Tom’s eye she felt sure he knew that something was wrong. But no, Tom being Tom, he was too wrapped up in himself to notice. Her husband had stopped caring how she felt a long time ago.

The conversation with Jenna in the sweat lodge was sweeter than Kate could have imagined. She heard the pain in the other woman’s gasp when she told her what she knew. Kate smiled into the darkness as she continued to turn the knife, one barbed revelation after another.

She smiles now, too, as she opens the car door and swings her legs outside. She’ll get what she wants from Tom. There’s nothing she can’t do.