He did not tell me I was overreacting.

I did not pretend the reaction would last forever.

We were learning where the injury had reached.

The letters came out of hiding first.

With Beatrice’s agreement about what she was comfortable sharing, Christopher showed me the correspondence and the timeline of their contact.

Her medical privacy still belonged to her.

My right to honesty in my marriage did not make every detail of her treatment mine to read.

We distinguished those things rather than using privacy as another reason to keep the entire relationship secret.