I wish . . .” My stomach hurt and it would have been kindness to put me out of my misery, but I wasn’t going to share that with Adam. I know, he said. “You weren’t supposed to get that,” I told him. “I know that, too,” he said, his voice tender. “You should know that you can’t hide things from me.” “Good,” I said, my voice fierce. “Good. Then you know, you know I love you.”
