In the dim light, I noticed scratches on his back, likely inflicted by Melissa. I couldn't discern if they were accidental or deliberate.
Sitting up, I confronted him, "Henry, you didn't come to the hospital."
His back tensed and he turned to me with a strained smile, trying to change the subject. "Wendy, you're still awake?"
"You didn't come to the hospital."
"I'll be there tomorrow, Wendy," he assured.
I looked at Henry and asked, "Henry, do you love me?"
"Love? I'm working tirelessly to build a better future, all to be worthy of you."
Taking my hand in his, he continued, "Your parents were initially hesitant, but it was Grandma who paved the way for our union. I'll always be grateful for her kindness."
I remembered the day I brought Henry home. My parents had some concerns about his financial situation. They were also concerned that his upbringing might have left him with certain character flaws. They advised me to reconsider.
My father even said that with our family's conditions, I could find any better husband I wanted.
Grandma was the only one who stood by us. With a reassuring pat on Henry's hand, she expressed her faith in my judgment, likening Henry to my grandfather.