“Nothing. I think you should go... I don’t feel well, and I need to lie down.” She’s stammering and emotional, and I have the horrid stomach-churning sensation in my gut that we are not anywhere near okay or will be if I go. Panic rises inside of me and knocks me off kilter. I scan her face, and tell-tale signs of dishonesty wound me. She’s being evasive, hiding, closing me out. Breaking me in the worst ways.

“Why are you lying to me? You never lie to me.” Stabbing pain ...