The memory image of her bruises told me we would have TV for weeks. The bed closest to a bathroom was my bed. I carried her in and put her in it. I told her that if she needed the bathroom to call me. When I got to the door she said, "Nick, can I ask a favor?"

"You can ask."

"If you slept in your own bed you would sleep better and be closer if I needed your help."

"That's true, but what's the favor?" I was smiling. I wanted her to say it.

"It would be a favor to me, if you slept here ...