Every Day Visits From My Hero
While I was recovering, Evan was my rock, showing up every day with arms full of snacks, magazines, and books. “You better read this one,” he’d say with a grin, tossing me a new novel. “You’ll love the twist!” Our days were filled with stories, treats, and his constant reassurances that everything would get better. Having Evan by my side made healing easier—his cheerful spirit was the perfect medicine, and with him around, I felt safe, supported, and deeply loved.
Every Day Visits From My Hero
Evan’s Mood Declines
A few months later, I began to notice a change in Evan—his once bright eyes had dimmed, and he often seemed lost in thought. When I asked if he was okay, he’d offer a faint smile and quickly change the subject, as if brushing it all aside. It felt like watching the sun slowly vanish behind a curtain of clouds. I couldn’t understand what had caused the shift, but it was painful to see him so unlike the vibrant brother I knew. Something was clearly weighing on him, yet he refused to let me in.
Evan’s Mood Declines
