I felt his hand gently resting on my back. A few minutes later, he turned on the shower again. He didn't speak. Quietly, he bathed me, and I simply allowed it. I felt utterly drained, every movement causing pain, and I watched him tend to me as he saw fit.

He took care of me. After bathing me, he dressed me and guided me to lie down on our bed. He smiled at me and sat beside me, yet he remained silent. When I looked up at him, he seemed like he wanted to say something but held back.

That night, I cried myself to sleep, the tears flowing silently...