Not because I wasn’t curious.
But because something inside me felt… she had earned the right to keep her silence.
Even so, certain moments stayed with me.
One evening, I arrived earlier than usual and found her sitting on the bed, holding both babies tightly against her chest. Her face was pressed between them as though she was trying to memorize their warmth. She didn’t realize I was there at first. And in that brief quiet moment, I saw something completely unguarded—fear, perhaps… or a kind of love so intense it ached.
When she finally noticed me, she smiled as if nothing had happened.
“Thank you for coming early,” she said softly.
