I want to explain the eleven days first, because people assume there was a scene at some point and there was not one, and the absence of a scene is the whole texture of that fortnight.

Antonia came home at about ten past nine on the Tuesday night.

I was at the kitchen island with the laptop and eleven pages of an SEC proceeding printed out beside me, and she came in and put her keys down and stood on the other side of the island.

And she said: “I’m not going to insult you by starting anywhere except the beginning.”

She talked for two hours and ten minutes and she did not cry once.