Harold’s face went pale, and he confessed. The woman in the photos, Madison, was a colleague who had tragically died in a car crash. After her death, her young daughter, Sophia, was distraught and afraid she’d forget her mother’s face. Harold had promised Sophia he would make her a doll resembling her mom so she could carry her memory.Guilt washed over me. I had spent weeks thinking Harold was hiding an affair when, in fact,
he was creating a memory for a grieving little girl. He had kept it a secret because he wasn’t sure how to explain.I apologized, realizing how wrong I had been. Together, we finished the doll, and the next day, we took it to Sophia. When she saw the doll, tears filled her eyes as she whispered, “She looks just like Mommy.”Harold’s act of kindness showed me how wrong my assumptions had been. What I had thought was betrayal was, in fact, a beautiful act of love and memory. I had never been prouder of him.