After a drunk driver left me unable to walk, my husband Daniel grew distant, and I feared our marriage was falling apart. When our housekeeper heard a woman’s voice in the basement, I suspected the worst.
But behind the locked door was a therapy studio Daniel had secretly built for me. The voice belonged to a physical therapist he’d hired to help me walk again.
Months later, I took my first steps. I thought I had lost everything, but I discovered a love that never gave up on me.