He had blurred them until even he struggled to separate the truth from what he had told us.

A neurologist had first recommended imaging months before; Callum had postponed it twice because he didn’t want to relinquish scheduled cases.

When the scan finally showed an abnormality, he sought a second opinion.

Then a third.

“Why didn’t you trust me?” I asked as we sat in the hospital parking garage, too exhausted to begin the drive home.

“I trust you more than anyone,” he said.

“You trusted me to run our home while you disappeared.