It tells you that somebody who loves you has been carrying a suspicion, quietly, protectively, for a long time, and has now been sadly vindicated.

None of it was true.

There had been no suspicion.

My mother had never mentioned a single concern about my wife in six years, because there had never been one.

She invented an entire history of private worry in eleven syllables on a phone call, and I never questioned it for one second, because why would I.

And then, for the next four months, she was the only person I talked to.

That is the mechanism and it took me four years and a professional to see it.