Discovering 30 red spots, like insect eggs, on my husband’s back, I rushed him to the emergency room. The doctor examined him immediately and told him urgently, “Call the police immediately.”

When I heard the news, I didn’t know whether to feel relief or anger. How could someone be so cruel, all for a little dirty money?

From that day on, I never took any time spent with family for granted. Before, I thought safety was simply a matter of locking doors and avoiding strangers. Now, I know that danger sometimes lurks among those we think we can trust.

Even today, when I recall that chilling moment—the doctor shouting “Call emergency services!”—my chest still tightens. But that moment also saved David’s life.

He often tells me this now, while tracing the faint scars on his back.

“Perhaps God wanted to remind us what truly matters: that we are always there for one another.”

I squeeze his hand and smile through my tears.

Because he’s right. True love isn’t proven in peace, but in the storm, when you refuse to let go of each other’s hands.