When Pam’s husband James moved into a separate room, she feared their love was fading. After five years of caregiving since her paralysis,
his sudden distance felt like abandonment. Then came the nightly noises—thumps, rustles, metallic sounds behind a locked door. One night,
the door was left open. Inside, she discovered not betrayal, but love: James had been secretly building adaptive furniture for her as an
anniversary surprise. The room wasn’t about distance—it was devotion. That night, he moved back in. Their love hadn’t vanished.
It had been rebuilding, quietly, for her.
