Anger flared in Sarah’s chest at the duplicitousness of that statement. There was a time when she wouldn’t have said anything. Not wanting confrontation. Scared to face uncomfortable truths. Not anymore. “Why did you tell Kevin where I was?”

An expression of confusion flittered across his face. He leaned forward with his brow furrowed, head tilted as if his hearing were fading.

“Kevin,” she repeated louder, enunciating clearly, so there could be no mistake. She could hear the coldness in her voice and feel the stiff remove in her face, a mask to keep the hurt at bay, because he wasn’t worth it. This old man whose hand she’d clasped so trustingly as a child. She had a memory of walking down the street, her father on one side, “Uncle Phillip” on the other, both of them big and strong. Her father would call out, “One . . . two . . . three . . .” and then the two of them would swing her up in the air, soaring, sailing, and then gently alighting on the pavement once more. “You told him where I was.”

Phillip stared at her in consternation, blinking his pale, watery eyes. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Sarah kept her expression calm, her hands folded neatly in her hands. “I am not a fool, Mr. Clarke.” He looked wounded. Good. She’d be damned if she’d address him informally. This was business, plain and simple. She’d made that mistake once. Trusted. Never again. “When I was on the run, I contacted you, asked you to send legal separation documents so I could begin the process of dissolving my marriage. I gave you the address of a post office box.”

“Yes. I remember that. I filled out the forms as per your request and had them sent out that afternoon. Express post.”

“And what else did you do, that same afternoon?” The acid bite in her voice had him stiffening slightly.

“It’s hard to remember. Was a long time ago—”

“Shouldn’t be hard to remember. Unless you make it a daily practice of backstabbing clients, breaking your vow of confidentiality, and putting their lives in danger?” The man was a good actor. He really gave the appearance of having no idea what she was talking about. “However, in the name of expediency, let me refresh your memory. You contacted Kevin—you remember him—the husband I was trying to discard? Told him my whereabouts. I hope he paid you well because you—”