The days after Fernan’s diagnosis seemed to stretch endlessly, like time itself had slowed down to let everyone prepare their hearts. Sabina, though brave on the outside, was quietly breaking within. She tried to mask her trembling hands whenever she brought her father his medicines or adjusted his blanket at night. Yet Jude saw through her every time.
“Love, let me,” Jude would say gently, taking the glass of water from her hand to help Fernan drink. It wasn’t only assistance — it was his way of telling her she wasn’t alone in this.
Their marriage, barely new, was already being tested by the heaviness of watching someone they both loved slowly fade. And yet, every act of care — washing Fernan’s clothes, preparing soft meals for him, kneeling at his bedside for prayer — became a thread t
