We were unbearably, exhaustingly careful, in the kitchen where we had once been the least careful people on earth with each other.

And I understood it was going to be like this in every room, that the whole house was a minefield of old ease we no longer had the right to, and that we were going to have to walk all of it.

Chapter 3 — What He Carried

I saw it before either of us said anything about it, because you cannot hide a decade of caregiving from a house.

It was in the details, and the details undid me one by one.