Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.

Marcus was arrested first.

The announcement came early on a Thursday.

Priya showed me the public notice after speaking with investigators, then put her phone face down.

Authorities had filed charges associated with the alleged unlawful incapacitation and transport, subject to the judicial process.

Marcus had obtained counsel.

No verdict had been reached.

I had expected the news to make me happy.

Instead I remembered him bringing soup when I had the flu, assembling shelves in our first apartment, and volunteering to drive me from the airport after a difficult work trip.