At first, I thought something had gone wrong at work.

But when he didn't come home that night,

and my messages sank like stones into the sea,

my calls went unanswered, or worse, he hung up on me.

He always took his time replying, but hanging up on me—that was a first.

In the end, it was his friend who couldn't bear to watch anymore and told me that Zoe had attempted suicide.

He had stayed by her bedside for three days and nights without leaving.

Zoe slit her wrists, missing even a vein and leaving only a thin scar.

The doctor diagnosed her with mild depression.

For days, Ryan...