Emily forced a smile, but her chest tightened each time. People praised Daniel as a devoted son, but what kind of devotion made a husband sleep in his mother’s room every single night? Something about it didn’t make sense.
The Night She Followed Him
One sleepless night, around two in the morning, Emily heard the faint creak of footsteps. Daniel was leaving their room again.
This time, she decided to find out the truth.
Turning off the lamp, she slipped out of bed and followed him down the dark hallway. His shadow disappeared behind his mother’s door, which closed softly. Emily’s heart pounded. She hesitated, then pressed her ear against the wood.
From inside, she heard Margaret’s weak voice:
“Daniel… could you bring the cream? My back itches again.”
Daniel answered gently,
“Of course, Mom. Just stay still. I’ll help you.”
Emily’s hand trembled as she pushed the door open a crack.
Under the dim light, Daniel was wearing gloves, carefully rubbing ointment onto his mother’s back. The skin looked red and irritated. Margaret winced a little but tried to smile.
“I’m sorry, son,” she murmured. “I’m such a bother.”
Daniel shook his head immediately.
“Don’t say that. You took care of me all my life. This is nothing.”
Tears filled Emily’s eyes. All those nights she’d spent wondering — thinking the worst, doubting his love — and yet what she saw was nothing but kindness and quiet duty.
It turned out Margaret had a chronic skin condition that flared up at night, making it painful and itchy. During the day, she hid it behind long sleeves and warm smiles. But every night, Daniel stayed by her side, helping her through the pain without saying a word.
The Morning of Understanding
Emily didn’t sleep a minute that night. Guilt and tenderness twisted inside her.
The next morning, after Daniel left for work, she went to the pharmacy and returned with soothing lotion, clean towels, and soft cloths. Then she gently knocked on Margaret’s door.
“Mom,” she said quietly, “please let me take care of you tonight. You’ve done enough — it’s my turn now.”
Margaret froze for a moment, then her eyes softened, filling with tears.
“Oh, Emily… thank you, dear.”
That evening, for the first time in three years, Daniel stayed in their room. He reached for her hand and whispered,
“Thank you for understanding.”
Emily smiled through tears.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see what you were carrying all this time.”
