When I Got Home From My Night Shift at 6:14 A.M., I Found My Husband in the Guest Room With My Sister While My Five-Year-Old Slept on the Cold Kitchen Floor — I Picked Up My Boy and Left Without Waking Either of Them, and by Sunrise I Understood the Guest Room Was the Smallest and Least Ugly Part of the Truth
My absence wasn’t incidental to what they were doing.
My absence was the plan.
Chapter 7 — Somewhere Safe First
“Where are you right now, Yvette?” I asked, and my own calm frightened me a little.
“I’m — I’m at a coffee shop,” she stammered.
“The one near your house.
Gideon panicked when he realized you’d taken Roger.
He told me to leave before you got back.” “Stay there,” I said.