Shannon had thought of Dan’s house as a peaceful sanctuary from her own chaotic world. Dan even left her money on the nightstand before he went off to work—a twenty-dollar bill or two—so she could get something to eat or just have money in her pocket. It felt wonderful at first. But eventually she came to think of Dan’s house as a prison. Dan was so particular. The bed had to be made as soon as they woke up. If she turned the water on, even just for a second, he demanded that she wipe the sink out with a towel.
Dan - possible autism?
