The InsightThe next few days were a blur of shock and congratulations. I mostly stayed in bed, or when the weather was good, sat out on the veranda bundled up against the cold.
I coughed often, but Dr. Salmon — who came to see me every day — said this was normal after inhaling as much smoke as I did.
Tony left me alone. Most days, I seldom saw him, until he came in late at night to slide into bed next to me and immediately fall asleep. From what the servants said, he’d been spending his days cheerfully making plans for “our new arrival.”
I lay beside him each night as he slept, wishing to touch his hair, to tell him I didn’t blame him for having to be here. I felt that perhaps he avoided me, stayed out late to exhaust himself, so as not to face our situation.
As I thought about my reac
