Every Night, Gifts Appeared at My Door—When I Finally Saw Who Was Behind Them, My World Stopped

A month later, I took the kids to Noah’s grave. We stood there together.

Ben went first, telling his dad about school and the model plane.

Mia followed, clutching her doll, telling him she wasn’t scared at night anymore.

Then they looked at me.

I took a breath. “Doug’s been around,” I said softly. “He’s been helping us. We’re okay, my love.”

And this time, it felt true.

I placed a bouquet of wildflowers by the stone.

We stood there for a moment longer, then turned and walked back together.

We weren’t the same as before. But we finally felt steady, knowing Noah was still looking out for us.