My fingers trembled as I unwrapped it. Inside was a custom heating pad designed to wrap around my legs. My breath caught. I’d mentioned in passing how much the cold worsened my pain at night, but I never expected him to take it to heart.
“I wanted you to be more comfortable,” he said softly.
David sank to his knees beside my wheelchair, taking my hands into his. “Because I wanted it to be a real surprise. And I knew if I stayed in the same room with you every night, I’d slip up. You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets from you.”Continue reading…
