My hand covered my mouth as tears welled in my eyes.
For three years, I had imagined the worst — jealousy, obsession, even betrayal. But what I saw was something else entirely: quiet, selfless love.
Daniel’s mother had been suffering from a chronic skin condition that worsened at night, causing unbearable itching. During the day, she hid it well behind long sleeves and a bright smile. But when the pain struck, it was Daniel who stayed by her side, caring for her in silence — every single night for three long years.
I didn’t sleep a single minute that night. I lay awake, haunted by guilt for every bitter thought I’d ever had.
