He rubbed a hand over his face. What happened. Yes, he knew this was coming. He'd promised, after all. "Zoe," he said softly. "It was Zoe. She... she was sleeping with John, while she was with me... So I wasn't there. I told her... told her to choose. I left. Gave her space. When I came back... Police were everywhere around our house. Wouldn't let me in. But through the windows... she was so still." His voice was raspy. It was difficult to speak about these things. "I thought John had done it, at first. So did the police. I..."
He paused, breathing carefully. His eyes were tightly shut.