I did not let him get properly through the door before I started yelling.

Three days of stored fury came out of me all at once, and I told him what I thought of him — what kind of man abandons his newborn daughter, what kind of coward turns his back on his wife at the worst possible moment, how I did not know if I could ever look at him again.

He stood there and took every word of it without once trying to defend himself, which only made me angrier, because I wanted a fight and he would not give me one.

And then, when I ran out of things to hurl at him, when I stood there breathing hard in my own kitchen with my brother wrecked in front of me, he told me what had actually happened in that delivery room.