I don’t get much sleep. I stare at the ceiling listening to the silence in the dark before dawn finally tugs me out of bed.

I jog alone at 6.00 a.m., the familiar route I usually take with Jake, but he’s still in bed, and avoiding him is my only action plan this morning.

I pound the picturesque streets of Seattle with my soft-soled running shoes and try to bring back all the calm and control that rules my life. We need to forget last night ever happened if we’re to move on. ...