Even a federal agent understood something I’d spent years forgetting.
«You provided information.
Investigators verified information independently.
Decisions regarding charges are made based on evidence, not your marriage.»
«Thank you.»
«I mean that.»
«So do I.»
Wednesday night, I slept at the townhouse for the first time.
Almost no furniture had arrived.
Just a mattress.
Two lamps.
Boxes.
Rebecca stayed overnight.
At 3:12 a.m., I dreamed Lily was calling from the hospital.
For three seconds after waking, I believed she was alive.
Then reality returned.
I sat beside
