But when it comes to my children, I’m just another mother who fears losing the people she loves.
Two years earlier, my husband, Daniel, passed away unexpectedly at forty-two.
He was a contractor who repaired kitchens, built decks, and seemed to know everyone in our small town.
He was always laughing.
Always humming.
Always finding ways to make ordinary days feel special.
One afternoon, while driving home from a job, Daniel experienced a sudden medical emergency.
He managed to pull his truck safely onto the roadside.
But he never made it home.
Another driver discovered him later.
The doctors explained that his condition had been severe and that immediate medical attention might not have changed the outcome.
Aún así, uno pensó que me perseguía.
Daniel had been alone.
For months afterward, I couldn’t stop imagining him sitting in his truck, waiting for help that never arrived.
