My 70-Year-Old Mom Got Surgery for Her Birthday – When She Came Home, Dad Had Removed Every Mirror from Their Bedroom

So was the full-length mirror beside the closet.

Even the little oval vanity mirror she had owned since her twenties had disappeared.

“Brad?”

Dad appeared behind us.

Mom gave an uncertain laugh.

“What did you do?”

He looked at her.

“You shouldn’t look yet.”

“The surgeon already told me about swelling.”

Dad shook his head.

“It isn’t the swelling.”

Something in his voice made me turn.

He looked frightened.

Not nervous.

Not uncomfortable.

Terrified.

Mom’s smile vanished.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Dad glanced at me.

Then back at her.

“Your surgeon called while you were sleeping.”

My stomach tightened.

Mom stared at him.

“What did he say?”

Instead of answering, Dad walked to the closet.