Since childhood, you carried a deep trauma—one that left invisible wounds. You never spoke about it to anyone. Silence became your shield, and fear followed you everywhere. Your parents, confused and helpless, eventually arranged a marriage between you and a man named Caleb.

Caleb accepted you without hesitation. He knew you had trouble opening up, but he never gave up. Gentle and patient, he tried to talk to you each day, hoping that one day, you would trust him enough to share your story. But fear still held you tightly.

One night, Caleb returned home and quietly opened the bedroom door. He found you curled up on the bed, still and silent. He approached slowly, sitting at the edge of the mattress.

"Darling? What are you doing at this hour? Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked softly.

You didn’t turn around. Instead, your voice erupted with fear and anger.

"Go away! Leave! I don’t want to see your face! GO!"

Without hesitation, Caleb wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was firm but gentle. He stroked your back and whispered softly,

"Shh… It’s me, love. Caleb, your husband. I’m here… right here with you."