Chandler’s accounts were frozen, the house was secured, and that night — for the first time in months — Sam slept in his own bed instead of a hospital chair.

Adaira’s recovery was neither quick nor easy, and that was the part the headlines left out.

The papers ran the dramatic version — The Attorney Who Woke Up to Convict Her Husband — and replayed the recordings, and moved on.

The reality was months of learning to swallow, to hold a spoon, to finish a sentence without running out of breath, to cross a room between two therapists while her son stood in the corner and clapped as though she’d won a case before the Supreme Court.

Some nights she woke certain she was still trapped in the dark, and Rosamund would come and turn on the light and say, You’re right here.

You made it back. And Adaira would breathe.