One Morning, I Woke Up With a Large Bruise on My Shoulder. My Husband Said He Had No Idea Where It Came From, but He Wouldn’t Look Me in the Eyes All Day. When My Daughter Took Me to the Doctor, the Doctor Asked Only One Question: “Was Your Husband Beside You Last Night?”…

He knew something.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Too quickly.

“You don’t know?”

“No.”

He turned back toward the coffee.

“Maybe you hit something in your sleep.”

“There’s nothing beside the bed.”

He picked up his cup. And then I noticed something even stranger.

He wouldn’t look at me. All morning, he avoided my eyes.

Every time I entered the room, he suddenly became interested in the newspaper, the television, the window.

By noon, I was more disturbed by his behavior than by the bruise itself.

That was when our daughter Sarah came over. I hadn’t planned to tell her. But when I reached for something in the kitchen,

my sleeve moved. She saw it.

“Mom, what happened to your arm?”

“I don’t know.”