It usually meant that the argument was lost before it had begun. I started to shield, to kick him out, but I suddenly knew the answer to my question. She pressed her bloody face against the corner behind the bed, her small hands held out as if to ward it off. He touched the drying, caked sheets.
His lavender eyes were wild when I turned to look at him. I took a slow breath through my nose and let it out easy through my mouth. He was back to his usual smiling neutrality, back to making as few demands on me as possible, but I'd seen that first look. Until I could choose one thread to follow, I couldn't swallow any of them.
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