“You should take that thing off,” she said. “If it hurts you. You don’t have to wear it here. I don’t care what you look like.” She thought he might be relieved, but instead, a dark and unfamiliar look passed across his face. “It’s not about you,” he said, then he slammed the bathroom door shut. The whole apartment shook, and she trembled, dropping her keys. He had never yelled at her before. She left without thinking.
