Seven Years of Silence
Daniel never remarried.
Never even dated seriously.
He buried himself in his work, in philanthropy, in donations to children’s hospitals he couldn’t even bring himself to visit.
Each year, on the anniversary of the accident, he left the city, driving alone to the coast. He would sit by the waves, watching them crash against the shore, imagining the life he could have had—the life that no longer existed.
Or so he thought.
