From that moment on, I stopped questioning Daniel’s late nights or unexplained absences. Instead, we spent every moment together — weekend getaways, long talks under the stars, and even painting the nursery side by side. When his final days came, I held his hand and told him how deeply he was loved. After he passed, I promised to tell our child about the incredible man their father was — a man who gave his all to protect us, even as his time quietly slipped away.