I don’t want anyone looking at me, not least Hugh, and feeling sorry for me. This is the very thing he knows I go to great lengths to avoid, in case I slip into a sinkhole of despair and never climb back out of it, and he is looking apologetic. He’s probably sorry this is exposing a wound. What people don’t get is the wound is always exposed. You can’t be reminded of something when it’s all you think about, even after you learn to go about the business of the day simultaneously.
