I went home because I could not stand the idea of seeing him in the polo shirt, and because if I waited until eight o'clock he would come through the door in his own clothes and I could have it in my own kitchen, where I was not a woman standing in a corridor with a lunch bag.
I have not forgiven myself for that one and I am not sure I need to.
That night.
He came in at about ten past eight.
And I was sitting at the table with the lunch bag in front of me, unopened, which I had carried round all afternoon.
And he saw it and he stopped in the doorway.
And he said: "Right."
And then he sat down opposite me and told me all of it, from the ninth of March, 2024, and it took about two hours, and he did not cry and neither did I, which has surprised everybody we have told.
