understood.
One afternoon, while painting the nursery, Daniel climbed down from a ladder and suddenly grabbed a chair.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Fine.”
Carol immediately looked up.
“Daniel.”
“I’m fine, Mom.”
He smiled at me, and I believed him.
Over the next few months, he grew tired more easily.
He blamed work.
Then stress.
Then preparing for twins.
I accepted every explanation.
One evening, late in my pregnancy, I found him sitting alone in his car with papers on his lap.
When he saw me, he quickly folded them and
