It is the hardest one I know.

Everything in me wanted the confrontation, the shouting, the release of it.

I denied myself all of it, and I filed instead, and when the reckoning finally came it did not arrive as my word against hers.

It arrived as a sealed folder, a lab result, and a court — none of which she could call hysterical.

Chapter 7 — The Briefcase

That afternoon Walt asked me to come sit with him, and then, in a low voice, he asked me to lock the door.