Like an insomniac, he walks through his house each night. Unable to find peace, he prowls from room to room, seeking an answer to the question that haunts his every moment.
Sometimes, he finds a little solace watching the sun rise with the dawn, or listening to his children’s breathing while they sleep.
Drawn to his bedroom, he lies down beside his beloved wife and touches her cheek.
Her eyes flicker open as if she senses him there, but she cannot see him. A tear rolls down her cheek as she mourns the husband who should be there, beside her.