I’d spent thirty-eight years teaching elementary school and lived comfortably on my retirement savings.
Our lives couldn’t have been more different.
Whenever I questioned why he’d chosen me, Daniel smiled.
“Because you’re the only person who makes me feel completely at peace.”
He remembered everything about me.
My favorite flowers, my mother’s recipes, and the books I’d loved as a little girl.
Our wedding was beautiful, and the first months of marriage felt almost magical.
Every morning, he brought me breakfast. He purchased thoughtful gifts and insisted I relax instead of worrying about household chores.
Sometimes I’d catch him watching me read.
“Why are you staring?” I’d ask playfully.
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