“Is there a history of household accidents?” Carter asked.

“She’s careless,” Daniel said softly, shaking his head at the floor.

“I’ve tried to help her manage the daily chores, but she refuses to focus on the details.”

He adjusted his watch strap again.

I watched his fingers pull the brown leather tight against his skin.

“Are you keeping a list of my mistakes?” I asked.

Daniel ignored my question entirely.

He looked at Carter with an expression of deep, tragic patience.