What would you do if the man who had you locked away never once considered that the woman already inside those walls could undo everything he'd built?

Mabel Trent was twenty-two years old when a Viscount had her certified and sent to a private house called Thornmere — quietly, efficiently, without a word spoken to her face. She had read a letter she was never supposed to see, and that was enough. But what the Viscount had not accounted for was the woman in the fourth room on the left, who had been sitting at a small writing table for nine years, waiting for exactly this.

• A servant girl with nothing but clear eyes and a pewter button in her pocket — and what she did with both
• The woman behind the barred window who had not lost her name, only her freedom
• How two women without power, speaking in careful voices at the meal hour, dismantled a nine-year fraud from inside the walls meant to silence them

This is a story about what happens when the people who were meant to protect you decide you do not matter — and the quiet, careful work of proving them wrong. Leave a comment and tell us where in Canada you are listening from tonight.