— I’m sorry, sir. Your wife has been involved in an incident.
Eric felt the ground slip from under his feet. All this time he had been too busy arguing with the television, venting his anger, and justifying his yelling. He hadn’t called her. He hadn’t even wondered why she wasn’t coming back.
— What happened? Is… is she okay? he asked with a trembling voice.
— She was found sitting on a bench in front of the pharmacy. She was crying and shaking. She didn’t have her wallet with her and seemed completely exhausted. She said she couldn’t go home… That she couldn’t anymore.
The officer handed her a bag with diapers and formula.
— These are for the kids. She had bought them with the little money she had left. She didn’t want help, just for us to give them to her.
Eric stood in the doorway, speechless. He looked at his home: the cold plates on the table, the melted candles down to the base, the untouched gift. From the children’s room, he could hear their sleepy whimpers, tired from crying.
At that moment, everything hit him with the force of a train. His indifference, the harsh words, the contempt thrown over a heart that just wanted to bring a little light amidst the chaos.
— Where is she now? he finally asked.
— At the station. She doesn’t want to file a complaint. She just said she wants to stay away. At least for one night.
The officer took a step back.
— If you want to get her back, sir… start by apologizing. But not with flowers. With your heart. With change.
Then he left.
Eric slowly closed the door. He couldn’t take his eyes off the extinguished candles. He sat in the chair where she should have been. He unwrapped the gift.
Inside, there was a letter.
“My dear Eric,
I know life has overwhelmed us. I know we are tired, hurt, maybe even lost. But I still love you. I still believe we deserve to be happy. That our love can survive even after we become parents.
This dinner is not about food, but about us. About the two of us, who once laughed late into the night and dreamed together.
I love you.
Cora.”
Eric burst into tears. The first genuine cry in a long time.
The next morning, before the sun rose, he was already at the station. He waited silently until he saw her. Pale, with deep dark circles, but still beautiful in her simple, warm way.
— Cora… I apologize. For everything. Not with words, but with actions. Let me fix this. Not for the kids, not for appearances. But for you. For us.
She looked at him for a long time. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t run away. She took a step towards him.
— Then let’s begin. But step by step.
And they walked out together. He holding her bag, she with hope for a new life.
Not perfect. But real. With struggles, but also with forgiveness. With crying children, but also with candles that light up again.
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