“You sat in my living room and swore to me that my husband was dead!” I shouted into the phone.

“I know what I told you, Hannah, and I’m so deeply sorry,” he wept.

“You told me there was nothing suspicious!” I cried.

“I know I did,” he admitted, his voice full of remorse.

“You told me he was driving too fast!” I yelled.

“I lied to you, Hannah,” he confessed brokenly.

“I was terrified.”

“What were you so terrified of?” I demanded through my tears.