About the nights I sat awake waiting for his fever to break.

About the pride I felt when he got his first promotion.

About Sloan’s arrival and the way family dinners slowly turned into occasions for criticism.

Then I told her the part I’d left out of my police account: in the weeks before the slap, Daniel had started taking my phone from my hand when he disliked whom I was speaking to.

He said it was because he worried about scams.