It is what usually happens.

It is what they had every right to expect.

I became very quiet.

Not the quiet of defeat — the other quiet, the one my whole family learns to fear in me, the quiet of a woman who has stopped talking because she has started counting.

There are two silences a wronged person can fall into, and Julian and Evelyn made the understandable, fatal error of mistaking one for the other.

There is the silence of a woman who has been beaten down — who has run out of words because she has run out of hope, who goes quiet because she has given up.