At 4:40 one spring morning, I woke naturally to birds outside.
For a second, my body remembered Daniel pulling away the blanket.
Then I smiled, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
No oatmeal. No pills. No orders.
Just peace.
My Husband Forced Me To Wake At 4:40 AM For His Mother, So I Left—Three Days Later, He Called In Panic: “Come Back, Something Terrible Happened!”
