I want you to know I turned on him before I knew you had any of this.

I turned because I finally saw what he actually was.”

I believed her, and I want to explain why, because it would have been easy not to.

Ravenna Cavendish had worn my earrings, had put her hand on my husband’s chest in my own doorway, had helped him try to make me look insane.

She had earned no sympathy from me, and I gave her very little.

But I believed her about the turn, because the shape of what she described was exactly the shape of Ferdinand.