Rachel Eliza Griffiths

was something that drove me to write my memoir.

But he and I agreed that I would spend my energy and my attention and my focus on the wedding day because Solman didn't have access to a 17-year friendship and sisterhood with my dear friend.

There was so much more dimension and nuance in the day that wouldn't have fit inside the space of knife.

And so that was a decision, Terry, that we made together as writers, but also as husband and wife, that that would be a space for me to go back to when I felt strong enough and kind of fluent enough to write about it or to think about it and think about what mattered most that day to me.

I truly thought it was a past chapter of his life.

I truly did.

We were together for four years.

I think we married him four years after meeting.

And nothing in our day-to-day life or in our travels and our journeys or anything seemed to suggest any kind of imminent threat or distant threat or anything like

And so there was no anticipation.

There was no weariness.

There was no this is this kind of specter or shadow hanging over our lives.

We were really enjoying each other and we still are.

But this was not something that was on our radar at all.

It was August 12th.

It was a Friday.

Again, it was this kind of beautiful summer morning.

I was at home with my dog and some books and some coffee and just kind of having a quiet morning by myself.

And a dear friend phoned me and said, you know, where are you?

And I said, oh, I'm home.