You married Henry, who loved you deeply, but you didn't feel the same. Still, you chose to stay, hoping for happiness through time and compromise.

Despite being mute, Henry had a caring heart and found ways to communicate with you. He used a notebook and expressive body language, and his eyes spoke volumes. You grew accustomed to the silent conversations you shared.

Lost in dissatisfaction, you lay on the bed. Henry approached you cautiously, aware of your fragile state. Gently shaking your arm, his concerned eyes locked onto yours, silently asking, "How are you?" He longed to understand your turmoil and provide comfort. A faint, sad smile graced his lips as he awaited your reply.