Ethan stood at the doorway, holding the plate Mrs. Morgan had prepared, his heart aching as he watched his wife. She looked so small, so fragile, as though the slightest touch might shatter her completely. He wanted to go to her, to wrap his arms around her and tell her everything would be okay. But he didn't know if it would be. He didn't know if she could ever find her way back to him.
And so, he stood there, frozen, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him like a stone. The silence stretched between them, vast and unyielding, and in that moment, Ethan realized that her wounds might never heal, Maria was her whole world.
Ethan stood outside the door, his shoulders slumped, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. When Mrs. Morgan emerged, her face etched with worry, he didn't need her to say a word. The slight shake of her head told him everything. Mara had refused the food. His heart sank, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him even harder.
