My husband had me sentenced to ten years for a two-million-dollar fraud I never committed, and in the courthouse corridor he pulled my grandmother’s ring off my finger and told me to enjoy it. I didn’t argue. I handed a folded piece of paper to the guard.

I met Brett Dunmore in 2017 at a fundraiser I did not want to go to and would not have gone to except that my mother rang me twice about it.

He was in commercial insurance then. He was very good in a room and he asked me four questions about actuarial reserving on the first evening and listened to all four answers, and I was thirty-one and nobody had ever done that.

My mother liked him immediately.