The test sitting up on the rim of the bath with its one line that would not budge.

I had cried until there was no breath in me, and Kevin had come down onto the floor next to me without a word.

It was the fifth year.

It was a February.

I remember the February because the heating had gone off and we had a man coming at eleven.

And I want to describe what he actually did, because it is the single best thing he has ever done and because it is the reason the rest of this is a tragedy rather than simply a story about a bad husband.

He came in and he saw me on the floor and he did not say my name.