Chapter 39
Cole began doing the small things without comment.
He started leaving a glass of water by the bed before he left in the mornings. He adjusted the bathroom light so it was less harsh when I woke nauseous. When the weather turned cooler, he brought home a thicker sweater and set it on the chair without making a speech about it. At the clinic, he sat in the waiting room with the same quiet patience he brought to everything else and walked on the street side of the sidewalk when we returned.
None of it was dramatic. That was what made it dangerous.
I had spent so long surviving that ordinary care felt larger than it should have. He cooked mild meals and remembered which smells bothered me. He spoke to Helen and the others as if the child already belonged to the life we were shar
