They Arranged Themselves Like a Panel of Judges to Accuse Me of Trying to Destroy the Family — Then I Set My Phone on the Coffee Table, Pressed Play, and Let Them Hear the Man They’d Spent a Fortune Protecting

That, I think, is the real secret the cleanest houses keep.

Not that they contain a monster.

That they contain so many people working so hard, at such cost to others, to go on believing they do not.

Chapter 11 — Everything They Said About Me

“Rebecca.” David slid off the couch and onto his knees on the carpet, reaching for the hem of my sleeve.

“I’m sorry.

God, I’m so sorry.

I didn’t know.”