I’ve become a hermit. Worse, I’m a peeping Tom hermit. I seem to spend all my time sitting in my living room peeking between my blinds to see if Elizabeth is coming or going. I have no idea why I’m behaving this way and haven’t had the energy to sit and ponder what has me so worked up about seeing her again.

There was something jarring about her eyes, once filled with light and laughter and now…so tired. She just seems really tired. I’m ...