His job had consumed him over the past few months, and though I tried to be understanding, it was clear we were drifting apart. After three years of marriage, I missed him, I missed us. That evening, I decided to surprise him with his favorite dinner, hoping to remind him that, despite everything, we still had something special.
While preparing everything, I noticed my phone was down to just 10% battery and remembered I had left my charger at my mom’s place. She lived only ten minutes away, so I decided to drive over, thinking I’d be back before Dan even noticed I was gone.
When I arrived, the house was quiet. I stepped inside and froze—Dan’s shoes were by the door. Then I turned pale as I heard strange noises coming from the bedroom.
I ran toward the bedroom, and when I opened the door, I saw my mom, Linda, lying on the floor in a heap of blankets. Dan knelt next to her, pressing a heating pad to her back. Both of them looked startled to see me, but in a way, they also looked relieved.
“Sweetheart, thank goodness,” my mom said through shallow breaths. “My back went out again. Dan was here to help me.” She tried to smile, but pain contorted her face.