She paused. How's your wife? Ex-wife. The divorce finalized last month. She's in Arizona now, working for a nonprofit.
She got through the medical treatment successfully. Last I heard, she's in remission. That's good. I don't wish her harm. I just wish she'd been smarter.
We all do. I agreed. Rebecca handed me a card. There's a support group, women who were targeted by Kyle. We meet monthly online.
We've been helping each other rebuild. If your ex-wife ever wants to join, tell her she's welcome. No judgment, just understanding. I took the card, genuinely moved. I'll pass it along.
And Mr. Harlo, thank you for not protecting him. For choosing to expose the truth, even when it complicated your life. That took courage. After she left, I stood in the conference center hallway for a long moment.
I'd done the right thing, not just for Angela, but for all of them. Seven women who've been prayed upon, manipulated, infected, and abandoned. Kyle Sheffield would never get the chance to do it again. That evening, I called Angela. We hadn't spoken in 2 months.
Not since the divorce papers were signed. She answered on the third ring. Owen. Her voice was cautious. I met someone today who wanted me to give you something.
I explained about Rebecca and the support group. Gave her the contact information. There was silence on the line. Then quietly, "Thank you. How are you? " I asked surprising myself with the question.
Better. The medication worked. I'm clear now. No more symptoms. The job's decent.
Phoenix is hot but tolerable. I'm rebuilding. Good. I saw the conference program online. They mentioned your work on the Sheffield case.
You were right all along about everything. Yes, I said simply. I'm sorry, Owen. I know it doesn't change anything, but I need you to know I'm sorry for all of it. I know you are, and I accept your apology, but we're still not getting back together.
She laughed, a broken sound. I wasn't asking. I just needed you to know. Now I know. We hung up shortly after.