When I returned home, the house felt different, heavier somehow. In Andrew’s room, I searched carefully until I found a small box tucked away among his things. Inside were papers that revealed something deeply concerning: a recent medical appointment had been canceled without my knowledge. There were also notes in Andrew’s handwriting, showing he had been worried and unsure, but didn’t want to cause conflict. Then I found a message he had sent me earlier that day, describing how he felt unwell and unsure of what to do. Hearing his voice, filled with quiet fear, made everything painfully clear—he had tried to reach out.
