“You look remarkably rested today, Margaret,” Daniel said, turning to smile at me.

He rubbed his thumb over his gold wedding ring as he spoke, his eyes sweeping across my face to check for signs of confusion.

“I slept six straight hours,” I said, using my clear, precise classroom voice.

“That’s wonderful news, darling.

Your body is finally healing itself.”

He turned his back to me to lock the metal portafilter into the chrome espresso machine.

He reached up with his right hand to open the glass cabinet door, searching for his favorite ceramic cup.