Eric opened the door to find a police officer. “Does Cora live here?” the officer asked. When Eric nodded, the officer’s expression grew somber. “I’m very sorry to tell you—there was an accident.”
The news left Eric in shock. With help from a neighbor, he arranged care for the children and followed the officer. The next few days passed in a blur, marked by grief and disbelief.
After the memorial, Eric returned home to find the dinner table still set, candles melted halfway, and the small gift still waiting. With trembling hands, he opened it.
Inside were two plane tickets and a handwritten letter:
To the love of my life,
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I have a surprise—I got a job! I’ve been quietly applying, and I just got hired. I wanted to help ease the load you’ve been carrying. Mrs. Nelson offered to watch the kids so we could take a real vacation—just the two of us. Those tickets? They’re for us. I have more surprises planned, but those can wait.
I love you, always.
—Cora
Tears streamed down Eric’s face. He hadn’t realized how much love Cora had been pouring into their lives, quietly and constantly.
From that day forward, he made a promise—to raise their children with love, patience, and presence. Every Valentine’s Day, he visited her resting place, bringing flowers and sharing memories aloud, as though she were right beside him.
Though he couldn’t turn back time, the lesson stayed with him forever: Never overlook the quiet ways someone shows they care. Sometimes, the smallest acts of love carry the deepest meaning.