It is an argument.

For twelve years I kept four notebooks on a shelf, and I believed they were evidence of what she had done, and what they actually were was evidence of what I had done, sitting on a shelf in my own hallway in my own handwriting, waiting.

Odile found them in the August after the wedding.

She did not go looking.

She was at the house helping me clear the hall closet, which had not been cleared since 2014, and she found four spiral notebooks in a grocery bag and sat down on the floor of my hallway and started reading them, because she is who she is.