When Helene walks in, I sit down on the bed. Within seconds, I’m up pacing again. As she gathers her shower supplies, she studies my erratic behavior through narrowed eyes. “What’s going on? Why are you doing that?” Suspicion thickens the air like fog. “Nothing. Just thinking about something. I think better when I’m moving.” Silence. On my next lap, I peek at her face. An unreadable visage clouds her eyes. “Leesa used to do that too. Not a lot at the beginning, but it seemed like she was pacing off and on all day that last week. She even woke me up at night a couple of times.”
