And I told him the truth. All of it. The kitchen, the sentence, the loft, the suitcase at the airport.
I had a draft in which I did not. It existed for about four days. It said that there had been a problem with the post.
I have kept that draft in the same folder as the letters, deliberately, so that I know it existed.
And my husband, who I did not ring in 2023 and who has been in this account for about one line.
Rob was upstairs on the sixteenth of September, 2023. In the house. Forty feet away.
And I went past the bottom of those stairs with a letter in my hand and rang a woman eleven miles away.
He has known about Isaac since 2014. He has never once been anything other than decent about it. When I told him in 2014 he asked me two questions and both of them were about me.
