Whatever it costs.” He recoiled as though I’d struck him.

“I don’t need a lab report to prove what I can see with my own eyes.”

I keep coming back to how fast it happened.

That is the detail I could never make peace with, even later, even after the truth came out and the apologies came and the therapy started.

It was not that he suspected me — suspicion, I could almost understand; the mind does ugly things when it’s frightened.

It was the speed.