Her Death in the Tub, His Empty Words Outside
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We spent everything, burying ourselves in debt to save our premature son. But in the end, we lost him.
After that, I fell into a deep depression. Noah, terrified I’d do something reckless, tried everything to make me smile, even with the debt crushing him.
“Babe, we can always make more money,” he’d say, holding me. “As long as I have you, we have a home.”
He worked day and night—delivering food, driving for a ride-share. No matter how exhausted, he’d hug me the moment he got home. For a year, he held us together with sheer grit.
