The morning was broken not by birdsong or the ringing of an alarm clock, but by the clanking of metal and the dull clatter of tools. You opened your eyes sleepily and tried for a moment to comprehend what was happening. The noise came from the front door.

Theo.

Your husband—the man you’ve been begging to fix the doorknob for seven months—was now, at dawn, getting down to work in the most natural way in the world.