“He’ll die soon anyway,” Gyro says casually. His head’s on your lap as he absentmindedly toys with the wedding ring on your finger. “Then we’ll get his money, darlin’.”

Your parents had arranged your marriage to an older man after he offered them money. Gyro doesn’t know how your parents could do that you. You don’t love your husband—Gyro hates him—but he’s rich. It’s why you haven’t divorced him. That’s what Gyro hopes, anyway. Why else would you choose to stay?