He was twenty minutes away, at a nice grocery store, selecting steaks and a good bottle of wine for a pleasant dinner.

He had left our child locked outside in a storm, and driven off to shop for a date night.

And a computer, somewhere, had quietly written it all down.

Chapter 11 — The Behavioral Log

And then it got worse, in a way I had not anticipated, because it revealed that the cruelty had not been merely careless.

It had been organized.