All of sudden Cecilia seemed so grown-up. The giggling, naive demeanour was gone. He stood there, facing her, and he could tell from her expression that for the first time she was seeing him for who he really was. And it had made him squirm. He didn’t want to see himself through her eyes. He didn’t want to see himself at all.

People had admired him his whole life, and he’d always taken their praise for granted. Some people feared him, and that had been equally rewarding. But Cecilia, holding a protective hand over her stomach, had looked at him with contempt. Their affair was over. She had presented the options open to him. She could keep quiet about who was the father of her child, in return for a significant sum of money deposited in her bank account on a monthly basis, starting with the birth and continuing until the child turned eighteen. Or else Cecilia would tell Louise and then do everything she could to rob him of all honour and respect.

As Erik looked at his wife, he wondered if he’d made the right choice. He didn’t love Louise. He constantly betrayed her and hurt her, and he knew that she would be happier without him. But it would be difficult to give up what he was used to. There was nothing appealing about a bachelor’s life, with stacks of dirty dishes and mountains of laundry waiting to be washed. Or eating Findus frozen meals in front of the TV, and seeing the girls only at the weekend. Louise had won because it was more convenient, and because she was entitled to half of his assets. It was the simpler solution. But he was going to be paying big-time for this convenience for the next eighteen years.

For almost an hour Christian sat in the car a short distance from the house. He could see Sanna moving around inside. He could tell from her body language that she was upset.

He didn’t have the energy to deal with her anger, her weeping and accusations. If it hadn’t been for the boys… Christian started up the car and headed up the driveway to prevent himself from completing that thought. Every time he felt the love for his sons swelling inside his chest, he was overcome with fear. He had tried not to let them come too close. Tried to keep the danger and the evil at bay. But the letters had made him realize that the evil was already here. And his love for his sons was deep and irrevocable.

He had to protect them, no matter what the cost. He couldn’t fail again. Then his whole life and everything he believed in would be changed for ever. He leaned his head against the steering wheel, felt the plastic touching his forehead, and waited to hear the front door open at any moment. But apparently Sanna hadn’t heard the car, and he had a few more seconds to compose himself.

He had thought that he could create a sense of security by shutting off the part of his heart that belonged to his sons. But he was wrong. There was no escape. And he couldn’t help loving them. So he was forced to fight, facing the evil eye to eye. Confront what for so long he had held inside of him; but now the book had opened it up. For the first time he thought that he shouldn’t have written that novel. Everything would have been different if it didn’t exist. At the same time he knew that he hadn’t acted of his own free will. He had been forced to write it; he had been forced to write about her.

Now the front door opened. He raised his face from the steering wheel. Sanna stood in the doorway, shivering, with her cardigan wrapped tightly around her. The light from the hall made her look like a madonna, albeit clad in a nubbly jumper, and with slippers on her feet. She was safe. He knew that as he looked at her. Because she didn’t touch anything inside of him. She had never been able to do that and she never would. She wasn’t someone that he needed to protect.

But he did have to answer to her for his actions. His legs felt heavy and numb as he climbed out of the car. He pressed the remote to lock the doors and walked towards the light. Sanna took a step back into the hall, staring at him. Her face was very pale.

‘I’ve been trying to reach you. Over and over again. I’ve tried since lunchtime, and you haven’t bothered to answer. Tell me that your mobile was stolen, or that it was broken. Tell me anything that could reasonably explain why I haven’t been able to get hold of you.’

Christian shrugged. He had no explanation.

‘I don’t know,’ he said, taking off his jacket. His arms felt numb too.

‘You don’t know?’ She spoke the words haltingly, and even though he had closed the front door, she was still hugging her arms around her body as if she were freezing.

‘I was tired,’ he said, well aware of how lame that sounded. ‘It was a rough interview this morning, and then I had to meet with Gaby, and… I was tired.’ He didn’t have the energy to tell her what happened at the meeting with his publisher. All he really wanted to do right now was go upstairs and crawl under the covers so he could fall asleep and forget about everything else.

‘Have the boys gone to bed?’ he asked, walking past Sanna. He accidentally brushed against her, and she wavered but stayed on her feet. When she didn’t answer his question, he repeated it.

‘Have the boys gone to bed?’

‘Yes.’

Christian went upstairs to his sons’ room. They looked like little angels as they lay in their beds. Their cheeks flushed, and their eyelashes like tiny black fans. He sat down on the edge of Nils’s bed and stroked his blond hair as he listened to Melker snuffling in his sleep. Then he stood up and tucked the covers more snugly around both boys before he went back downstairs. Sanna was still standing in the same spot in the front hall. He began to sense that her attitude wasn’t due to the usual complaints and accusations. He knew that she checked up on him in every way she could, that she read his emails and phoned the library with contrived excuses just to see if he was really at work. He knew all about this and had accepted it. But something else was going on.

If he’d had a choice, he would have turned on his heel and gone back upstairs to make good on his thoughts of climbing into bed. But he knew it was no use. Sanna had something she wanted to say, and she was going to tell him what it was, whether he stood here in the hall or lay in bed.

‘Has something happened?’ he asked, and suddenly his whole body went cold. Could she really have done it? He knew what she was capable of.

‘A letter came today,’ said Sanna, finally deciding to move. She went into the kitchen, and he assumed that he was supposed to follow.

‘A letter?’ Christian sighed with relief. Was that all it was?

‘The same as usual,’ said Sanna, tossing the envelope down on the table in front of him. ‘Who keeps sending you these letters? And don’t tell me that you don’t know. I don’t believe it for a second.’ Her voice rose to a falsetto. ‘Who is she, Christian? Is she the one you went to see today? Is that why I haven’t been able to get hold of you? Why is she sending you these letters?’ The questions and accusations poured out of her. Christian wearily sank on to a chair closest to the window. He held the letter in his hand without looking at it or reading it.

‘I have no idea, Sanna.’ Deep in his heart he almost had an urge to tell her. But he couldn’t.

‘You’re lying.’ Sanna began to sob. Her head drooped, and she wiped her nose on the sleeve of her jumper. Then she looked up. ‘I know that you’re lying. There’s some woman, or at least there has been. Today I ran around the house like crazy, looking for something that would give me the slightest hint about the man I’m married to. And you know what? There was nothing. Nothing! I have no idea who you are!’

Sanna was screaming at him now, and Christian let her anger wash over him. She was right. He’d left everything behind – who he was and who he had been. He’d left them all behind. But he should have realized that she would refuse to be forgotten, to remain in the past. He should have known.