Glass wool and gypsum plasterboard defiantly stood in the gap between our auditory perception and her raucous moans, the rhythmic knocking of their headboard against our shared bedroom wall divulging a battle of wills being fought, of which my son was rightfully losing. There was a war waging in the dead of night as my wife and I pretended to sleep in a California king bed that had become little more than a souvenir of an...