“I swear,” he whispered, voice shaking, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”
Those words stayed in my head for months.
Back then, they felt romantic.
Now they just feel… ironic.
Recovery was brutal.
Daniel, meanwhile, had a brand new kidney and a second chance at life.
For weeks we shuffled around the house together like two exhausted grandparents.
The kids decorated our medicine charts with hearts.
Friends dropped off casseroles.
And every night Daniel would hold my hand and say the same thing.
“We’re a team.”
“You and me against the world.”
I believed him.
I truly did.
Life eventually settled down again.
