At 3:17 A.M., Police Told Me My Husband Was Dead—But He Was Sleeping Beside Me
The first time he came into the apartment, you were away.
The first time he stayed while you were home, I told myself it was harmless because you were asleep.
I stopped reading.
Then continued later.
Each time made the next time easier.
That sentence felt true.
Most terrible things grow through repetition.
He wrote: