the seven months had changed her memories of our marriage. She had replayed every argument, every security decision, and every time I solved a problem without explanation until each moment looked like evidence Evelyn had been right. Discovering the truth did not erase those months; it only made Claire realize how much had been stolen from both of us.
“Our daughter kicked for the first time in a motel room, and you weren’t there,” she told me. I wanted to say that none of this was my choice, but the
