After the doctor left, Nolan Morrison walked over to Matilda Jenkins and sat down beside her, holding her shoulder.
Neither of them spoke; outside, the sky had already brightened, but a thin morning mist still lingered.
Matilda Jenkins rested her head on Nolan Morrison's shoulder. On the bed, Mrs. Morrison lay with her eyes tightly closed, her complexion pale, her brow furrowed. Even in her slumber, the pain on her face had not dissipated.
Matilda Jenkins sighed, "Mrs. Morrison must have really loved Mr. Morrison; if only the misunderstanding had been resolved sooner."
If the misunderstanding had been resolved earlier, it would have avoided many days of mutual torment.
Between a husband and wife, the scariest thing is not quarreling, but the indifference and isolation where there isn't even the energy to fight.
