ROBYN
I felt like a failure as a wife. I didn’t even know how to c***k him up. During one of our therapy sessions, he barely shared anything about what happened at the Abraham headquarters.
Those zealots were maybe locked up, but that incident had changed, shattered, and emotionally damaged Spade. He would go into withdrawal.
He went back to work a day after that, as if nothing had happened, while I stayed at home for two days. And it made me worried.
Even though my birthday was approaching, he didn’t even talk about it, or maybe he didn’t know when my birthday was. So I took Mom to a spa so I could ask for advice.
“What’s wrong, bean?”
“I’m worried about Spade.”
“Why?” She was picking up her nail color and showed it to me. “How about this one?”
“You should pick up a lighter one
