My Daughter Folded Something Into My Palm Before Her Surgery and Whispered, “Just in Case” — When I Read It in the Waiting Room, My Legs Gave Out

in?”

She nodded.

A moment later, Grant entered.

He stopped at the foot of the bed.

Like a stranger unsure whether he belonged.

Sophie looked at him.

He looked back.

Years of silence filled the room.

Finally I spoke.

“Love handled in secret isn’t love.”

Grant closed his eyes.

“It’s fear.”

His voice broke.

“I know.”

“You should have given her a choice.”

“I know.”

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