Part Forty-Six: What She Said in the Car

We sat in that car park for a while after that.

And then my daughter said a thing that I was not braced for and that I have decided is the correct and final account of her mother, and she said it at twenty-one years old, in a car, with a cinnamon thing in her hand.

She said: “Dad, I don’t think she’s a monster.”

I did not say anything.