“I’m still a little scared, Daniel. But I’m feeling much better now.”
He kissed my forehead.
“Then tonight, I’ll simply stay beside you.”
That night, for the first time in months, I slept peacefully, without fearing that someone would secretly touch my body while I was asleep.
And the following morning, when I woke up, Daniel was making breakfast in the kitchen.
Our new photograph was sitting on the table.
On the back, he’d written:
“To the most beautiful woman in my life. This time, with the courage to see herself through her own eyes.”
I smiled.
And I finally understood that what saved our marriage wasn’t the secret my husband had kept.
It was finding the courage to tell each other the whole truth.
