The absence of Jerrick from their marital bed that night was like a hollow ache in Jessamyn's chest, a void that seemed to deepen with every passing moment. When she finally awoke the next morning, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she instinctively reached out to the empty space beside her, fingers brushing against the cool sheets where Jerrick should have been. But then, her gaze shifted, and she noticed the tray beside her bed—carefully arranged with her supplements and a light breakfast.
A small, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. Jerrick had visited her in the night. He might not have stayed, but he had come to check on her, to ensure she was taken care of. It was a small gesture, yet it filled her with a warmth that eased the loneliness gnawing at her heart.
