At first, I felt anger. Loving him didn’t erase that. He had carried this burden alone while I held onto hope, believing we still had time.
But as I looked at Mia’s thoughtful expression and Owen’s familiar smile, something shifted. The letters no longer felt like a painful secret, but like a connection he had left behind.
Daniel hadn’t abandoned us. In his own way, he had stayed. He had found a way to be present for moments he knew he might miss.
