“Why—” Damon’s face had gone the color of ash.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because the last time we spoke as husband and wife,” I said, and my voice did not shake, “you told me I had wasted the best years of your life waiting for my body to work.” I let that sit in the silence for a moment.

Then I reached into the folder one more time.

“And second,” I said.