Chapter 5: Daniel Comes Home
Before I could answer, Daniel’s car stopped at the curb. He stepped out, stared at the strollers, and then looked at the photograph in my hands.
“I came to apologize,” he said. “I didn’t know any of this would be here.”
I told him apologies did not erase the night he left me alone with an empty nursery. Daniel did not defend himself. He admitted that he had been sleeping at his brother’s house, avoiding my calls because my grief forced him to face his own.
“I abandoned you when you needed a husband,” he said. “Being broken doesn’t excuse that.”
He asked to come home. I told him no—not yet. If we were going to save our marriage, we needed counseling, honesty, and time. He agreed without bargaining.
Then Daniel asked if he could help move the strollers before the neighborhood woke up. Celia and Evelyn waited for my decision.
“Take them to the family center,” I said. “No photographs and no social-media posts. But leave the letters.”
Those were boundaries I could live with, and everyone respected them. Continue Reading ⬇️
