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Terrified of burdening Emily during pregnancy and recovery, he kept the news to himself. The van became his refuge—a place to process fear, to record bedtime stories, to write letters for birthdays yet to come, to preserve his voice and love in case time ran short. He admitted he couldn’t lie beside her without imagining worst-case scenarios, so he worked quietly in the night to leave behind something meaningful for the family he adored.
The months that followed were filled with medical visits, long conversations, and a renewed tenderness in everyday life. They stopped postponing joy—sharing spontaneous ice cream trips, dancing in the kitchen, and reading bedtime stories together. Follow-up examinations brought unexpected relief: the condition was serious but treatable, offering more time than initially feared.
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