As she looked at him, her smile faded. “You are in pain.” “No, I’m not.” She prodded his bad shoulder. He winced. “It’s nothing. Nothing to concern you, at any rate.” “I am your wife. If you’re hurting, it concerns me.” Stop, he silently pleaded. Don’t do that. Don’t come any closer, don’t ask about my wounds, don’t prod at them. Don’t care.
