Every task gave my hands something to do, but my mind kept going back to the five weeks we had lost.

“Be honest with me,” I said to Karen.

“Did you ever think something was wrong with the way Gregory spoke to Paige?”

She stared into her cup.

“Yes.

I figured it was your marriage to handle, and I was scared of making things harder for you.

I should have asked more questions.”

I was grateful that she didn’t give me the kind of comfort that pretended the problem wasn’t real.