She was building, in front of witnesses, the public story of a mind coming apart, so that when I did not wake one morning, no one would think to ask a single question.

Chapter 13 — My Children Were Right

I put my face in my hands.

My children had tried to warn me.

Ivana had begged me to slow down.

Elliott had refused to stand at that wedding because he had seen, in six months, what I had refused to see in a year of marriage.