hand.
“I’m not injured the way you think.”
“Then what caused that?”
For a long moment, he seemed too embarrassed to answer.
Finally, he reached into his suitcase and pulled out a black compression garment.
“Men’s shapewear.”
I stared at it.
“Why are you wearing that?”
He looked away.
“Because I didn’t want you to see what happened to me while you were sick.”
“I don’t understand.”
Jeffrey sat heavily on the edge of the bed.
“When you got sick, I stopped taking care of myself. I barely slept. I
