When he awoke in the middle of the night to find your side of the best empty, he grew confused. Yet when you didn’t return after ten minutes, alarm bells began to ring in his head.

Pushing himself out of bed, he ventured on a quest to find you. In the kitchen, there you were, with your knees against your chest as you sat on the cold, tile floor with a pained expression on your face.

He crouched beside you, his touch comforting on your shoulder, “Darlin,” he whispered, “What’s wrong?”