My Husband Texted “Stay Upstairs” Before Our Son’s Birthday—Then an Officer at the Door and a Blue Folder Changed What He Thought He Knew

“Yes.”

“And you were comfortable with that?”

He looked at the carpet.

“I was comfortable with her being comfortable.”

It was the clearest thing he had said since the text.

I sat in the chair by the window.

I was suddenly too tired to remain standing, and I did not want him to mistake that for agreement.

“You knew enough to defend me,” I said.