At first she sent occasional messages.
Eventually those stopped too.
Margaret thought many times about telling Daniel the truth.
But every time she heard his tired voice over the phone talking about work and clients, her throat tightened.
If she told him, he would abandon everything and come home with nothing.
She didn’t want her son returning defeated.
So she told herself she would wait one more year.
And then another.
And another.
The years passed.
Daniel called less often.
Whenever Margaret tried to tell him something important, he was busy—driving, in meetings, low battery.
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