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 did not control the two people he had decided were already beyond mattering, and it was the two of us, in the end — the wife he had dismissed and the child he had underestimated — who reached out from the very bottom of his plan and pulled the whole thing down.
He should have been more afraid of the people he thought were nothing.
It is a mistake that particular kind of man makes again and again, and it is, I have come to believe, the exact place where the arrogant are meant to lose.\n\nChapter 17 — The Recovery
Lucas and I spent the next several weeks at my sister’s house, in a quiet room with a window that looked out on her garden, and the silence of those first days was a strange and difficult thing after what we had come through.
In the hospital, before we left, Lucas had asked me a question I did not fully know how to answer.