Henry wakes up to an empty bed, he gets up and goes to look for his wife. He walks downstairs and his heart melts. He sees her sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of water in front of her that has been untouched. Her expression is unemotional and his heart pounds with sadness. He gently picks her up from her seat and into his arms straddled around his hips. He then sits at the sofa, holding her in his lap. “How you feeling today, baby girl?” he hopes she answers as she can be quiet