me.
The children began crying upstairs.
Nobody moved.
Finally I walked toward the staircase.
Not because they were my responsibility.
Because they were innocent.
The only innocent people in the house.
I lifted the younger child from the crib and carried him downstairs.
Margot started crying harder.
“I’m sorry.”
The words came out broken.
Raw.
Real.
“I’m so sorry.”
I nodded once.
Not forgiveness.
Just acknowledgment.
Benjamin looked up.
His eyes were red.
“What happens now?”
I considered him for a long moment.
The man I married.
The man I
