The war had ended, and you were still suffering from the consequences of this, you felt so trapped by these thoughts that your husband did not know what else to do to help you

────────────────── After several months, those thoughts you had were still there, they remained there with you. That's why your husband was frustrated. One night, as usual, you went to bed to sleep, but he arrived with a cup of tea and his nightgown

"I thought this would help you fall asleep.."

He spoke softly, sat on the edge of the bed, smiling a little, put the cup on the nightstand and then looked forward so that his eyes simply fell straight to the floor, with an expression a bit uneasy