Working. Don’t ask.

And when one day I insisted on knowing what he was doing in the garage, he snapped sharply:

— It’s none of your business.

Those words hurt me and made me suspicious. I hardly recognized him anymore.

It was as if a wall had grown between us, and I began to fear the worst.

One day, while he was at work, I decided to find out everything. I took the keys, went out into the yard, and stopped in front of the rusty garage doors. My heart was pounding so hard it seemed the whole street could hear it.