When I was young and my mother couldn’t sleep, she crawled into my bed and held me until she found sleep again. It never stopped. Last Christmas I went home alone for the first time since I was married. When she couldn’t sleep, my mother crawled into my bed and held me.

It took four years of waking in the middle of the night, feeling someone holding me, to know that it was not my mother but my husband. Second Secret, Revealed.