I did not defeat Arthur by being braver than the women before me.

I defeated him by finding them.

That is the whole of it, and it is the thing I want any woman still sealed in her own separate room to know: you are almost certainly not the only one, and the moment you find the others, the man who spent so long making each of you feel alone discovers that alone was the only power he ever had.

I drove out of that house into the rain with nothing but my coat and my laptop and my life, and it was the richest I have ever felt, because I was not carrying it alone anymore.

None of us were.

That was the thing he could not buy, or bury, or wait out.

We had each other now, and there is no settlement large enough to pay for silence once the silent have started to talk.

THE END.