5. The New, Saddening Routine

In the quiet of the night, the only sound was the clinking from Henry’s workshop. He left the dinner table for his nocturnal refuge, a silent understanding between him and Edith. As dawn crept in, Henry, weary to his bones, returned and offered Edith a fleeting smile before sleep overtook him. Edith, concerned yet understanding, watched him, pondering his need for the workshop’s solitude. As the morning sun warmed the room, Edith, troubled by their changing dynamics, fell into a restless sleep, haunted by unspoken worries.