Moon reaches for the bedside phone, picks it up, and speaks to someone in Spanish. I watch dreamily as he walks away from the bed, enters the bathroom, and returns a few minutes later. He's carrying a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup. He rests them on the nightstand beside the bed.

He helps me sit and places an extra pillow behind my back. After putting a small amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush, he hands it to me. I don't look at him while I brush my teeth. He's too close, and ...