It began as something small — a quiet ritual that Grace thought little about. Each night, sometime after midnight, her husband Ethan would rise from bed, kiss her on the forehead, and whisper, “I’ll go check on Mom for a bit.”
He’d disappear down the hallway to his mother’s room, closing the door softly behind him.
But as months turned into years, Grace began to feel a hollow ache where companionship should have been. She was married, yet she spent her nights alone.
And one stormy night, unable to quiet the doubts growing in her heart, Grace followed him — and uncovered a truth that changed everything she believed about love, grief, and what it truly means to stand by someone’s side.
