“While you’re up,” I call to Hamilton in the kitchen, “can you bring me a water?”

Returning from the bathroom, he diverts to the kitchen. When I hear the refrigerator door, I rise from the sofa, seeking a better vantage point for his reaction. Turning from the fridge, he smiles at me from the island.

“If I was getting your water, why did you get up?” He tilts his head to the side.

I furrow my brow and point. “What did you put in the ...