After 32 years of marriage, I thought I knew everything about my husband. But when Conor broke his ankle, he suddenly refused to let me touch his cast. One afternoon, I discovered why.
Conor had always demanded extra attention whenever he was sick. Yet after his accident, he became strangely independent.
He locked the bathroom door, avoided my help, and refused to discuss medical appointments.
Then he fell beside the bathtub.
As I reached to help him, the padding around his cast slipped, revealing a long surgical scar.
“What’s that?”
