David sat in silence, rolling the vitamin box over in his hands. “I planted that camera because I thought someone was stealing from us,” he admitted quietly. “Turns out, something was wrong with me. I had everything completely backwards.” Renata looked down. “I should have told you, David. I couldn’t face letting you — us — down again.”
“I would never blame you, you know, right?” he asked gently. “I was terrified that if I said it out loud, I’d jinx it,” she confessed. “I know it sounds completely irrational.” “It doesn’t sound stupid at all,” David replied sincerely. He thought of their past losses and how quickly they had buried their grief rather than discussing it openly.
He realized he had inadvertently left her to carry that immense sorrow alone, and now, this fragile new hope was being carried alone, too. “I am deeply sorry about the camera,” he whispered, squeezing her hand. “I should have just asked you what was wrong from the very beginning.”