It is a particular blindness that comes with being the person everyone else has to manage around, and I have tried, since, to remember it.

The people below me in a room often see it far more accurately than I do, precisely because they have to.

Teresa came back to work six months later, and she came back as her own woman.

“I’m not coming back because I need you to save me, Mr.

David,” she told me, standing in that kitchen with a steadiness I will not forget.

“I’m coming back because this home has been part of my life for thirteen years, and I am not going to let her take that from me.