“He was after answers, dear.

Somebody was going to have to provide them.”

Part Forty-Five: He’s Gone to Speak with Brian

My husband was somewhere across town, in another man’s house, having a conversation about whether I had been faithful to him, while I was lying in a hospital bed three hours out of surgery pleading with his voicemail to love me.

I have had to be quite careful with that sentence because it is the one that people take away, and for about four months it was the only sentence I could produce about any of it.

But there is a layer underneath it that took me much longer to get to, and it is worse.