Every single day.

A woman who apologized for using too much soap, who had no other secrets in the entire world that I could detect, guarded that one room like it held the crown jewels, and I had spent six months politely, determinedly, not wondering why.

And I want to be fair to myself about the not-wondering, because from the outside it might look like willful blindness, like I simply refused to see what was in front of me.

But that is not quite it.