It felt as though all the air had been pulled from Evelyn’s body.
She remembered that night.
She had been sedated, devastated, and desperate to find someone to blame.
She had said cruel things and later forced herself to forget them.
She had never imagined that Noah had carried those words for five years.
“Sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking clearly…”
“But you said it.”
“It was not your fault.”
Noah looked directly at her.
“You never told me that.”
The apartment no longer seemed like the setting of an affair.
It had become something worse.
It was a perfectly arranged record of everything the family had refused to say.
Daniel explained that the nights had become unbearable.
Noah woke up screaming.
He tore the sheets from the bed.
He ran into his father’s room.
