And a photograph from a weekend in the February that was supposed to be a conference in another state, taken by somebody neither of them knew was there.
But that is not what finished me. I want to be clear about that early.
What finished me was working out that the affair was the smaller half of it.
The house is worth about two point four million.
My technology consulting firm turns over just under three million a year and employs eleven people.
I built the whole of it on a laptop in a spare bedroom in 2015, four months after Linus was born, while Rhys was between things.
And the children. Poppy is eleven years old. Linus is eight.
My husband sat in that courtroom and asked for all three of them.
My mother leaned across to me at that table. She actually put a hand on my arm.
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