“‘Your Husband Said You’d Take Care of Me’… The Little Girl’s Secret Left Me Shaking ”

The tape ended.

“You were enough, Camille.”

For a while, I sat in the blue light with Atlas’s empty side of the bed beside me and his reading glasses still on the nightstand.

Then I called Morgan.

She answered on the first ring.

“You watched it,” she said.

“How long, Morgan?”

She didn’t pretend to misunderstand. That hurt almost as much as the answer.

I called Morgan.