It had been several hours since we returned from the hospital, and I couldn't stop glaring at Henry. He knew he was allergic to the chocolate cake, but he ate the whole thing just to make me feel guilty. I couldn't understand what was going on in his head, but I could tell there were a lot of mean thoughts in there. What happened to him? Every day, he seemed to get worse, and the memories of when he used to be gentle and kind to me slowly faded away.

In the late afternoon, Pedro came by and invited me for a coffee break. He said there was a small...