**Benedict's POV**

The mainland felt wrong the moment I landed.

Too loud. Too fast. Too full of people who were not her.

I went straight from the airstrip to the office because the alternative was sitting in a quiet room with the image of her face in that doorway. The way she had looked when she told me to leave. The way her voice had sharpened when I asked if he had forced himself on her. The half-second of pure panic that flashed across her eyes before she shut me out.

She was his wife. Married under the law and family's ties. If he had forced himself on her, there...