“I didn’t know if anyone would believe me.”
Her voice broke.
“So I started recording.”
My heart shattered.
My wife had been suffering alone…
and still she was trying to protect herself.
I walked to her and held her hand.
“You don’t have to prove anything anymore.”
Then I looked at my mother.
“The million dollars was never real.”
The color drained from her face.
“What?”
I smiled.
“It was a test.”
Nobody moved.
“I wanted to know if you cared that I was home…”
“Or if you only cared about what I could bring home.”
Theresa stared at me.
“You lied to us?”
I looked at Lucy.
“No.”
“I finally told the truth.”
That night, I took my wife to the hospital.
The doctors confirmed what we already knew.
Her condition was serious.
But they also said something that made me hold her hand tighter.
“If she had received consistent treatment earlier, her chances would have been much better.”
Those words followed me for days.
Because my wife wasn’t destroyed by cancer alone.
