“For weeks,” I said, “I kept wondering whether the kind man I married was still in there somewhere, underneath all this.

And now I know that he was.

You were real.

The kindness was real.

And that makes what you did a thousand times worse — because it means you knew the difference between right and wrong, and you weighed my safety against money and your fear of your father, and you chose them.

A monster who cannot tell right from wrong is a tragedy.

But you could tell.