I even took a photograph of that jumper to send her with something about her wardrobe.
And before I could send it my phone went.
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.
And in the November of 2025, when all of it came out, I asked him why he had never asked over the years whether anything had come.
And he said: "Because you'd have told me."
Which is the most charitable sentence anybody has produced in fourteen months and which is also, I have come to think, a decision he made.
