“I nodded and tried to look competent, levelheaded, sharp—like someone he might be seated next to at a dinner party. But I wasn’t really there to find out what had gone wrong. I did not care that my bloodwork had all come back normal. I didn’t care that I was “perfectly fine.” Secretly, I was still taking folic acid every day, just in case. And the only thing I wanted to learn was how to take what had happened and undo it. I knew I couldn’t say it out loud, but I stared at the doctor and willed him to answer my question: How do I get him back?”