But I knew its shape.

I knew that I was not going to spend those days as a martyr, proving through my suffering how much I was owed, because I had learned, at last, that suffering proves nothing to a person determined not to see it.

For six months, my exhaustion had been on full display, and Julian had looked at it every single day and felt nothing but irritation that I looked so tired.

A drowning woman had been standing in front of him the whole time, and he had learned to see her as scenery.