But I have never again mistaken not asking for kindness.

Chapter 3 — Shoulders Shaking in the Dark

There was one night, a week or so before that Tuesday, that I should have understood, and did not.

I woke in the small dark hours to find the bed beside me empty, and when I lifted my head I saw Marcus sitting on the edge of the mattress with his back to me, his shoulders rising and falling in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.

He was weeping.