In the weeks that followed, Matilda learned that Arthur’s home held more than silence. Behind the doors of his study was a small library — shelves of books she had never been allowed to touch before. When he caught her reading one morning, he simply said, “Everything here is yours too. Nothing is forbidden.”
It was the first time anyone had ever given her permission to exist on her own terms.
One evening, as the sun melted into the Tennessee hills, Arthur asked gently, “Matilda… are you unhappy here?”
She thought for a long time before answering. “No,” she said at last. “For the first time, I can breathe.”
When Care Becomes Love
That winter, Arthur fell gravely ill. Fever took his strength, and the quiet house filled with worry. Matilda sat by his bedside through the long nights, reading aloud by lamplight, cooling his forehead, whispering prayers she barely remembered from childhood.
When he finally opened his eyes after days of fever and saw her sleeping beside the bed, he whispered, “You stayed.”
Matilda smiled. “I am your wife,” she said simply.
Something shifted between them after that. Not passion, but devotion — steady and real.Continue reading…