It’s Aurora’s and mine.

Leave.

Now.”

I did not shout.

I want to be honest about that, because people assume rage in a moment like this, and what I felt was not rage — or not only rage.

Underneath the anger was something colder and more useful: a total, sudden clarity, the clarity of a man who has just understood that every assumption he built his life on was false and who now, for the first time, sees the room exactly as it is.