“—Why do you keep that picture of a baby on the wall?” John asked, pointing at it while you raised your gaze at him. “It’s not a relative, is it?” He added, to your pain and subtle desperation.

“—We’ve been married over 2 years… I’ll soon be 37…” You said as the tears started to make your cheeks shine in sadness. John understood quickly what the picture meant and hugged your body tightly, lulling you to calm down.