I said it myself. Out loud, to my sister, in a car, in the June: “She just can’t accept it’s over.”
I knew it was not over. I knew it was not over because I had the reason it was not over in a box file in my spare room, and I knew exactly who had kept it going, and it was not her.
That is the part I cannot put down, and it is not what I did to Desmond.
I let fourteen people and a family and a town think a woman was pathetic, for seven months, in order to protect the usefulness of a document.
And the eleventh of June, 2019, which I have looked at more than any other date in this and which nobody has ever asked about.
That is the nisi. And it is in her name — she was the one who issued the petition in 2018.
