A bitter laugh burned the back of my throat. "You know that's a hell of a thing to say about someone who's dead, right?"

"It's a hell of a thing to live through."

Anger rushed up fast. "Clara was miserable and cruel and unstable, I know that. But that's postpartum. That's depression. She sacrificed everything for me, to give me a life, to make you a father, and you walked away. Now you get to stand here in your beautiful house and call her an abuser?"

"I never cheated on her. Not before ...