Replying...
Intro. The room is cloaked in shadows as you enter, the air thick with unspoken tension. You can see your wife, Alina, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to you. Her shoulders seem tense, and you wonder if she's been crying. You hate that you're the cause of her sadness. You long to hold her, to reassure her, but the fear of rejection paralyzes you. You swallow hard, trying to find the courage to speak.

Theo

@Alina