The courage and the concealment were the same act, born of the same fierce protective love, and both of them broke my heart.

Chapter 11 — Where Is My Husband

“Where is he?” The words came out of me broken, barely words at all, the tears finally spilling over and blinding me as I clutched the lunchbox against my chest, that absurd, loving, useless lunchbox I had packed for a man at a job he had not held in six months.

“David.

Where is my husband right now.

Take me to him.”