Chapter 109It happened on a night in the second year after the baby was born, late, after she was in bed, on one of those evenings in autumn when the air had the particular quality of a season completing itself and the house had turned inward and the kitchen lamp was the only warm light and the rest of the house was quiet.They had not planned it. They had not been building toward it consciously. They had been at the kitchen table with their tea and the conversation had been moving in the ordinary way it moved when the day was done, touching things and releasing them, and then something shifted and the conversation moved toward something that had always been there and that they had not, in four years of genuine honesty about almost everything, addressed directly.The beginning.Not the beginning as they had described it in the interview with Clare Adeyemi, the version for the public, the version that was true and careful and showed what needed to be shown. The private version. The ve
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