Emily felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “I wanted to stay home with you, Ez. I wanted us to walk through this together, but you left. You went to work and you left me alone.”

“Em,” he said, “I love you, but other people need me, too. Other people like Malcolm. Children who are dying. How can you stop me from helping them?”

Emily took a deep breath. She realized how differently they felt about this, how differently they looked at it. She had to make him understand. “Our baby was dying, too. It died inside me. And then you disappeared. To me, those cells were a child—one who I imagined learning to walk, learning to talk, going to the playground with, taking trick-or-treating on Halloween. That baby was real to me. There isn’t a hierarchy of loss, Ezra. You can hurt or not hurt, but don’t dismiss my pain.”

Ezra stared at her, as if he didn’t know where to go from there. As if he were about to dismiss her pain again, and now that she’d told him not to, he had nothing else to say.

She thought about her sister, about her mom, about how their love for her seemed unconditional. She wanted to feel that from Ezra, too.

“Do you really want to know all my secrets?” she asked, part of her aware of what she was doing, that she was saying something she knew would upset him in the hope that he would prove his love was unshakable, that their love was bigger than this.

He stared at her for a moment. “Now that I know there are more, how could I say no?” he asked.

It was Emily’s turn to stare out the window into the dark of the night. She pushed forward, not looking her husband in the eye. “My ex-boyfriend, the musician—he wrote a song and it’s on the radio. It’s called ‘Crystal Castle.’ It’s the one I played tonight.”

“I’ve heard that song before . . . it’s about some guy who still loves this woman who . . . wait . . . is it about you?”

Emily shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” His voice cracked on the last word.

She shook her head. But then she said, “I think it probably is.” She hoped he would rise above whatever pain those words caused, would stay through the pain, get through it together.

Ezra stared at her for a long moment and then got up and went into the bathroom. Emily stayed seated on the settee next to the bed. She felt somehow like the air in the room had changed, like it had gotten colder. There was a feeling in the atmosphere she’d never felt when she was with Ezra. She sat, still in her heels, not changing out of her gown, waiting for him to come back, to say something to her.