I was taken aback.
Caleb explained kindly, âYou mentioned wanting some time alone, so I went downstairs to cook.
Dinnerâs ready, and Iâve prepared all your favorite dishes.
Would you like to give them a taste?â
Debraâs POV:
Calebâs kindness was like a warm ray of light in my dark moments.
Ever since he fell in love with me, Caleb had changed a lot.
He used to be self-centered, but now he was full of kindness and empathy.
He no longer just followed his own curiosities but put my feelings first.
This change meant the world to me.
Right now, talking about what my mom told Caleb wasnât something I wanted to do.
It was not that I wanted to keep secrets from him.
In fact, I was eager to share everything with him so we could figure it out together.
The information my mom shared was too much to handle.
It was like a heap of spider webs all jumbled up, making my mind feel like a tangled mess.
Moreover, my mom disappeared right in front of me, which really brought me down.
So, I decided to wait until I could make sense of everything before discussing it with Caleb.
That was why I agreed to his idea of having dinner first.
âThank you, Caleb.
â
With a gentle tap on my forehead, Caleb smiled and said, âWeâre married now; you donât need to thank me.
If you do, it might put some gap between us.
â
âBut I think itâs important.
â I quickly disagreed with his view.
âItâs not just about being polite; itâs about genuinely appreciating you.
Though weâre already a couple, we need to continue expressing our feelings to each other.
Itâs necessary.
â
Seeing that I was feeling better, Caleb gave a smile, raised his eyebrows, and asked, âReally? Why?â
I smiled and said, âI believe that when we start taking for granted the care and sacrifices we make for each other in our relationship, we might lose sight of what makes each of us special.
This might make our emotional connection weaker.
â
Caleb nodded, his face softening as he glanced at my tear-streaked cheeks.
âAlright, I get it.
Letâs have dinner first.
Youâve been crying a lot, and you must be hungry.
Letâs fill up our stomachs before anything else.
â
When he mentioned eating, I suddenly realized I was hungry.
This time, I simply agreed.
âOkay.
â
Once we sat down at the table, my nerves had calmed too.
Elena and Dylan didnât catch on to anything wrong, but they sensed my tension and didnât ask about the wooden box.
Instead, they showed they cared, even taking the initiative to get food for me.
It made me feel really bad.
Without knowing it, my bad mood still affected the two children.
As night fell, Caleb and I got the kids to bed.
After they were asleep, I quietly left their room.
Seeing that I had calmed down and was back to normal, Caleb asked, âDebra, what went wrong when you were alone in your room today? Why were you crying so much?â
He was clearly concerned.
Before I could answer, he continued in a worried tone, âAnd when I came in, I saw that the wooden box was open.
Did something inside it disturb you? Is there anything I can do for you?â