I secretly went to our country house without telling my husband to find out what he was doing there. When I opened the door, I was overcome with real horror

had cracked open, and I was standing at the edge of a chasm too deep to fathom. I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to remain calm. I needed to know what had happened, why my husband—the man I thought I knew—had descended into this darkness.