“Mommy, come here! We’re waiting for you.”
I sat beside them and wrapped my arms around both of them.
Robert gently squeezed my hand.
“Are you still angry with me?” he whispered.
I looked into his eyes.
“I’m angry that you didn’t trust me with the truth. But what matters most is that Emily is getting better.”
Our daughter hugged us both.
“I promise I won’t hide things like that from you again.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“And we promise you’ll never have to carry something so frightening alone.”
That morning, I understood something I will never forget.
For months, I had feared that my husband was hiding something terrible involving our daughter. In reality, he was desperately trying to help our sick little girl, while his silence nearly destroyed the trust between us.
