There had been an argument about a silver serving piece Hannah had been expected to clean.

The complaint had become a criticism of everything: the household, the marriage, the pregnancy, the ways Hannah was supposedly embarrassing them.

“I said I was tired,” Hannah told me.

“That’s what I said first.”

She stopped to take a sip of water.

“Then she said everyone was tired.

That I wasn’t special because I was having a baby.”

I kept my hands folded in my lap.