…my heart pounding in my chest.
Inside the bathroom, Daniel was hunched over, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The water that I had assumed was running for a bath was, in fact, the sound of him splashing cold water on his face, trying desperately to regain his composure. I could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of something invisible but heavy pressing down on his spirit.
Daniel, my strong, successful son, was crumbling under a burden I couldn’t see. My mind raced with possibilities — stress from work, perhaps? Or was it something deeper, something that gnawed at him when the world was asleep?
