In car parks and on bathroom floors and in the yellow room that morning at twenty to six. It isn’t your fault.

They’re ours.

We did this together. Hundreds of times across a decade, always loving, always true, and always — always — in the role of the wife reassuring the husband.

And what that did, over ten years, was convert me into a witness with an interest.

Of course she says it is not his fault.

She is his wife.

She would say that whether it were true or not; she has been saying it for a decade.

That is what he meant by an answer he could trust.