I was in the room, clutching the sheets, looking down. He cared for my Father when I.. didn’t. It pinched me. Failing to look up, I was growling internally.

“Saafia…?”

Calling me hesitantly, the door opened and he entered and for the first time after our marriage, he sat on the bed with me.

Tensing, I looked up at him timidly. He unexpectedly flashed a tender look and leaned forward, staring intensely which made my heart skip a beat.

“What happened?” He whispered.

Lowering my gaze in dejection, I curled my lips upwards hollowly.

“He won’t return, he won’t come back to us, to me.” I whispered back, lifting my...