them, wishing I could somehow preserve that moment forever.
Daniel had been more tired than usual lately.
Neither of us said much about it in front of the children, but I had started noticing everything.
How long he rested after using the ladder.
How much food he left on his plate.
How often his hand drifted toward his chest when he thought nobody was paying attention.
One afternoon, he caught me staring.
“Claire, stop worrying.”
“I wasn’t worrying.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“We’ve been married twenty-seven years. You’re still terrible
