No, he didn’t know where she’d gone. No, he didn’t share her views, not at all. Quite the opposite, to tell the truth. No, he couldn’t honestly say he was sorry. He’d tried to make things work for the sake of their son, but a man could only stand so much, right? Well—let’s just say he was relieved that she’d no longer be an influence. Yes, exactly. Much better off without. Her books? Absolutely not. Seditious trash. He’d burned them all.
How painful it must be to say something like that about the one you love – and convincingly at that – because you have literally no other choice.
