When I ultimately decided to freeze my eggs—which would involve hormone-stimulating meds, daily injections, and ultimately an egg-retrieval procedure—she supported me quietly, allowing for the unspoken space of our unclear future to exist between us. She sat near me while I injected myself in the stomach four times a day, held me the night after the egg retrieval, brought me heating packs and water and ice cream. It was clear this was my choice; we’d figure out the rest later.