At the sheriff’s station, I gave a detailed statement for hours.

PART 4

The first interview room had beige walls, two chairs, and a water dispenser that hummed every few minutes.

I had spent years speaking to people during emergencies, but answering questions about my own home felt entirely different.

I could describe a suspect’s clothing.

I could explain the layout of our utility room.

I could state precisely when my husband texted me.

What I could not do was make the detective understand the man I thought I had married.