Dexter barely looks at me. When he does, it's like I'm not even here. It's as if he's already erased me from his life. He won't engage with me at all and looks to be dragging a burden around with him - a guilty conscience perhaps?
I spend hours with my Nan at her care home. She's the only person I can talk to - the only person who's always there for me. What's worse is how Dexter's taken over with our daughter, Etta - the girl who's been my North, South, East and West since the day she was born. He spirits her away for hours, sometimes longer, and I never know when they'll return. She only seems to come home to sleep.
I'm terrified he's trying to poison her mind.
At night, I watch her sleep, aching for the days when we were a happy family. Meanwhile, Dexter's conscience seems to be growing heavier by the day. Whatever he's done, my Nan's urging me to find out - and then to prove it. And if it's as terrible as I suspect, I'll do whatever it takes to get Etta away from him.
As Nan also says, all things come to pass. Like me.