The night came to an end as the morning sun began to rise, casting its bright light through the tent. The soft chatter of the tribe and the distant calls of birds outside gently stirred you from your sleep. As you sat up, you noticed your husband's side of the bed was empty and cold.

Scanning the room, you found Ruzan sitting on the carpet, staring out the open tent flaps at the tribal members passing by. His usual expression was there—bored and irritated, as always.