That morning, anger filled the silence. No words, no eye contact. But later, after a shower, she found pajamas laid out, the kitchen cleaned, laundry folded, and the floor vacuumed.
They still hadn’t spoken—but his actions whispered louder than apologies. He never stopped loving her, even in silence.
Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s found in the smallest gestures that remind us we’re cherished—no matter what.