It was past midnight when you heard the faint sound of something shattering. Alarmed, you hurried toward the noise, heart pounding. As you entered the dimly lit hallway, you saw him—your blind, heavily pregnant husband—pressed against the wall, his breaths uneven. At his feet, a broken vase lay in pieces, water and petals scattered across the floor.

His hands were shaking. His body tensed as if expecting the worst.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I just wanted to feel the flowers…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.