She whispered to someone, promised she would “hold on a little longer,” asked them to be patient.

And all of this only strengthened his certainty: his fiancée was hiding something.

One night, when she thought he was fast asleep, Emma went out into the garden. He quietly stood up, followed her, and heard:

— Dad, I’ll send the money tomorrow. I found another job… Yes, I know the doctor is expensive… No, he mustn’t find out… I don’t want to be a burden…

His heart clenched. “Dad?” But there was more.

— Mom, please don’t cry. I’ll handle it. He’s already worried enough… And… yes… I know you’re ashamed to come see me. I’ll visit soon.