Charlotte Rebecca Kemp (

"Anything," Charlotte said with a one-armed shrug. "Whatever's closest. I'm fairly non-picky." She had spent the first years of her marriage poor, though not as poor as Thomas. She didn't mind eating cheap food, as long as it was filling.

When the officer returned to fetch her, she followed him, her arm in Aidan's again. They went to a viewing room, separated from the line-up by a two-way mirror so the participants couldn't see Charlotte.

"Do you recognise any of these men?" the officer asked.

Charlotte barely even hesitated. "Number three," she said, pointing at the tall man with brown hair who looked like he belonged at a frat party. "He's the jerk who assaulted me."

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