We all laughed, the awkward tension finally breaking. I realized how much I had let my fears and insecurities build up in my mind. Dan’s late nights weren’t some grand betrayal—they were just a result of him trying to manage everything on his plate, including helping my mom.
That night, we went home, and I finished preparing his favorite dinner.
Over the meal, we talked, laughed, and reconnected in a way we hadn’t in months. Sometimes, the scariest moments are the ones that remind you just how much you have to be grateful for.
