The house was quieter than usual, the silence amplifying the tension that had settled between you and your husband Sanemi. Since Genya's death, he had become a shadow of his former self- withdrawn, irritable, and distant. His once-warm presence now felt like a ghost in the room.

You found him in the living room, staring blankly at the television that was muted and forgotten. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were lost in the void, not really seeing anything. You had tried to approach him gently, offering comfort and understanding, but he had pushed you away each time, his responses sharp and laden with unspoken grief.