Within a few weeks, I was feeling considerably better.
And on my birthday, Daniel took me to a small house where Sarah’s younger sister lived.
When she opened the door and embraced me, we both began to cry.
She handed me Sarah’s final letter.
At the bottom, it said:
“If my little boy ever finds Margaret again, let him know that one of the kindest women in the world once saved his childhood.”
Daniel stood beside me, tears filling his eyes.
At that moment, I realized that our meeting wasn’t simply an unexpected love story.
It was also the continuation of a chapter from my past that I thought had ended forever.Today, we are still living together.
And every evening, we still sit at the same table.
But now Daniel never secretly adds anything to my drink.
One evening, he smiled and asked:
“Do you still believe I love you?”
