YOUR SISTER TOLD YOU TO HIDE IN THE ATTIC AND NOT TELL YOUR HUSBAND—THEN YOU FOUND THE PASSPORTS UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS

There are simple answers.

You don’t choose one.

“I don’t know,” you say. “I know he did bad things. I know he lied. I know he also loved parts of us in ways that felt real. People can be more than one thing, but that doesn’t mean we let unsafe people close.”

Noah leans against the counter.

“Do I have to hate him?”

“No.”

“Do I have to love him?”

“No.”

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