Over the next few weeks, we settled into a routine. Dario and I would eat breakfast together before he left for his day. Our quality together-time was at night. Sometimes he’d need to go out. Other evenings, after dinner, he’d work in his downstairs office. Either way, alone in our bedroom suite was the place for us to talk and connect. While I didn’t ask any more questions about Josie, we were never at a loss for conversation.

In the relatively short period of ...