Not the accusation.

The thing the accusation revealed, which was that the man I had made a whole life with had been carrying, all along, a version of me in his head that could do this — and had reached for her, the instant he was afraid, over the actual wife bleeding in the bed beside him.

Chapter 4 — That Baby

“When you’re discharged,” he said, “go stay with your sister.

I’m not taking that baby home.”

That baby. Our son began to cry in his bassinet, a thin newborn sound, and I reached my arms toward him, and Matthias did not so much as glance down.