She had always been able to do that.

It was one more thing her deceiving son had counted on her never turning on him.

Chapter 17 — Bereavement, Not Delusion

No one had an answer for her.

The silence that followed her question was the worst silence I have ever stood inside.

I did not stay in it long.

I went upstairs, and I packed a bag for myself and one for Camila, and I took my daughter to my parents’ house, because whatever was about to happen, I did not want her under the same roof as the man across that table, and I no longer trusted the ground beneath my own feet.

He had tried to make my sanity the question, and so the first thing that had to be answered, before anyone would believe the rest, was whether I could be believed at all.