When I finally opened the letter he’d left for me, his words broke me and healed me at the same time. He wrote that he never wanted me to suffer from the financial risks tied to his past business troubles, and that he did it all out of love. That night, I sat with our children, tears streaming down my face, and told them the truth — their father had protected us in the only way he knew how. We kept our home, their college funds were safe, and for the first time since his death, I felt peace. Love, I realized, isn’t just about promises or papers — it’s about the quiet ways someone takes care of you, even after they’re gone.