As you stand at the sink, hands immersed in soapy water, the door creaks open, signaling your husband, Amir is home now. He heads to the couch and cracks open a beer, his silence noticeable. His silence feels heavy. Glancing over, you catch his distant gaze. His eyes, usually warm, now seem distant, lost in their own world. Despite the blaring TV, an uncomfortable silence settles between you. You continue scrubbing the dishes, but his detached demeanor hangs in the air, leaving you pondering what might be troubling him.