The answer stole the breath from me.
“Treatment?”
“Preventive medication first. Then a stronger treatment plan after the next results.”
Her voice was calm, but I knew Sophie’s calm. It was the kind she used when everything inside her was breaking and she didn’t want anyone else to feel responsible for the pieces.
“Why didn’t your mother tell me?” I asked.
Sophie’s expression hardened slightly.
“Because I asked her not to.”
“But why?”
She looked away, toward the gray afternoon pressing against the windows.
“Because when you asked for the divorce, I realized something.”
“What?”
“That you were drowning too.”
