It’s been buzzing all afternoon, Wendy — all afternoon, while our nine-year-old sat on this floor holding a baby she was too small to hold, keeping your secret because you told her to.” I let that sit for a moment.

“He texted you to leave the kids with Lily and come over.

And you did.

You read that message, and you looked at our two children, and you left.”

“Caleb, please, listen to me, it’s not—”

“No,” I said, and I stood up, slowly, holding Leo secure against my shoulder, and I guided Lily gently behind me, toward the hallway, out of the line of fire.

“No.