That dose makes a woman who is already not sleeping and not eating seem confused and unsteady in a restaurant in front of eleven witnesses, on her anniversary, four days before an appointment with a psychiatrist.”

I did not say anything.

“Mrs.

Voss, he wasn’t finishing it that night.

He was still building it.

That is how patient he was.”

Part Thirteen: My Son

Toby carried it for six days on his own and I want to write about those six days, because he was fourteen and because it is the part of this I have had the most trouble with.