My husband wants us to sleep in different rooms. One night, I heard some strange noises coming from his room, noises I couldn’t ignore. Curiosity got the best of me, and I quietly opened the door to see who—or what—was there.

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When James insisted that we sleep in separate rooms, I was deeply hurt and unsettled. “I just sleep restlessly,” he explained in a soft voice. But despite his words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more going on.

The first few nights in different rooms felt incredibly lonely. However, this loneliness was soon replaced by something more unsettling—strange noises coming from his room. At first, it was just soft clicking and scratching sounds. Over time, they became louder and more frequent. My mind raced with questions and doubts. What was James doing in there? Was he hiding something from me? Was he planning to leave me?

One evening, I couldn’t take the uncertainty any longer. Driven by fear and the need for answers, I wheeled my chair through the dark hallway to his door. It was locked. That only deepened my suspicions. Why was he keeping me out? What was he hiding from me?

The next morning, I confronted him at breakfast. “James, why are you locking the door to your room? What are you doing in there?” He sighed in frustration and shook his head. “I told you, I need more peace and space. Why can’t you trust me?” His words stung deeply, and I felt an invisible barrier building between us.

That night, the noises were louder than ever—clicking, scratching, metal clinking—like he was building or hiding something. My heart raced as I approached his door again. This time, it wasn’t locked. Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door.

What I saw took my breath away. James was kneeling in front of a table, surrounded by an intricate mechanical device—gears, screws, and tiny tools carefully arranged. “Pam!” he exclaimed, startled, as he jumped up.

“What is it?” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

James’ expression shifted from shock to remorse. “I wanted to tell you,” he said softly. “I’m working on something to help you—an exoskeleton. It might allow you to walk again.” A wave of surprise, relief, and overwhelming love flooded over me. All my fears, all my doubts, vanished in an instant. James hadn’t been pulling away from me—he had been quietly doing everything he could to give me back a piece of my old life.

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