Then I close my eyes and I push the button. The screen confirms it has been sent. It’s done. There is no taking it back. I am sitting here in the quiet of my own home, waiting for the world to explode, and for the first time in fourteen months, I feel nothing but a strange, hollow sense of peace.

I don’t know what she will do. I don’t know if she will call him, or scream at him, or just sit there in the nursery and cry. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me. I suspect she won’t. But at least now, she’s seeing him for exactly what he is. And I can finally stop being the person who knows, but doesn’t say.