For the next month, Levi held true to his promise to take care of me. There were days when I never lifted a finger, and days when he didn’t want me out of bed at all.

And when I told him I wanted to walk around in the backyard garden for some fresh air, he was always no more than a few feet away from me at a time.

“Do you think you can keep this up for another seven months,” I asked, watching Levi bring a tray of cold lemonade to the bench I was sitting on in our garden. It was ...