Every morning she followed the same small ritual. She woke early, styled her hair, put on light makeup, dressed neatly as if she were still heading to class. She set the table with care, poured fresh coffee, and ate breakfast quietly.
Then she prepared lunch and dinner the same way.
Always alone.
When Daniel finally left, she cried.
But not for long.
“One day at a time,” she told her reflection. “I will live with dignity.”
After twenty-six years, she was on her own.
They had met in their youth at the University of Texas, the day they submitted their applications. Later, they bumped into each other again while reading the list of accepted students. Both had made it.
They started as friends—studying together, walking across campus, talking for hours. Friendship slowly became love. They married just before graduating.
Daniel insisted they settle near his parents in a small town outside Austin. His family home was large, with space for everyone.
Margaret quickly earned the affection of her in-laws and Daniel’s younger brother. She was gentle, patient, always ready to help.