I’ve had six days.

I’m not going to fall apart in front of you, and if I do I’d like you to just let it happen and not touch me.”

She did not fall apart.

She asked questions for two hours and ten minutes.

They were, in order and I have not rearranged them: how long had I known; how had I found out; whether I had been at the wedding; whether anybody else in the family had known; whether I had told the police; whether I had told anybody at her firm; what my job was; what my job had to do with any of it; whether her business was in danger; whether there was money involved; and, at about the ninety-minute mark, the one she had been working toward the whole time, which was:

“Do you think he loves me?”