Daniel got up from the armchair, smoothing the front of his gray wool trousers with deliberate care.

He didn’t look like the man who had snapped at breakfast or accused me of overreacting.

“I stopped by the electronics store on the highway right after work,” Daniel said, his voice quiet and completely controlled.

“I remembered how much she used to draw in middle school, and she needs something to pass the time while she’s stuck in bed.”

He reached out and gently laid his hand over Grace’s fingers where they rested on the sheet.