The hands that harm you are very often the ones you would have sworn never could.\n\n”Thank you, Mom,” I said, taking my first bite.

The icing was intensely sweet, almost cloying, dissolving on my tongue.

“It’s wonderful.”

I took two bites.

The boys, laughing, devoured theirs.

And a few feet away, my husband did not touch his plate at all, and kept his eyes on the driveway.

Chapter 5 — I Don’t Feel Right, Mom

It did not happen all at once.