4. 55 Years Ago: A Trip Down Memory Lane

Thrown back in time, Edith remembered herself basking in the anticipation of motherhood, her pregnancy a beacon of hope. Yet, she noticed a shift: Henry started coming home later, his tired eyes betraying exhaustion. Their once lively evenings now passed quietly, filled with weary glances rather than shared laughter. One night, under the soft glow of dinner light, they sat in silence, their meal mostly untouched, heavy with unspoken words. Edith, concerned, broke the silence. “Is everything alright, Henry?” she asked gently. Henry, distant and preoccupied, murmured a vague response about being caught up with work.