I am eating my dinner with Sid, and now that he has just finished the business meeting and when I get home to the house where I am staying, I can clearly see the tiredness of the mats. It is quite quiet now, and Sid seems to be thinking deeply now.

I cooked his favorite food. He ate it, but he looked preoccupied, so I broke the silence and poured his glass of wine, and I got Sid's attention.

"What is wrong? Is there anything that’s bothering you?" I asked Sid to hold his hand, which was sitting on the table.

His shoulders slumped, and he let out a deep...