My Husband Cooked Dinner, and Minutes After My Son and I Ate, We Both Collapsed. I Played Dead on the Floor and Heard Him on the Phone: “Soon They’ll Both Be Gone”
He believed he controlled the food, because he had cooked it.
He believed he controlled our ability to call for help, because he had taken our phones.
He believed he controlled the story the police would hear, because he had rehearsed it and destroyed the evidence that could contradict it.
He had built a machine of control and he trusted it completely.
But a person can never actually control everything, and the things he could not control turned out to be the only things that mattered.
He could not control what Lucas noticed at the table.
