She gave him space, waiting for him to say something.
But he didn't.
And that silence hurt more than any words.
One night, she packed a bag. Not to leave—just to breathe.
As she reached the door, his voice stopped her.
"Don't go."
She turned, tears in her eyes. "I need to know if you're staying because you want me,or because you feel trapped."
He swallowed hard. Then, finally, he gave her the truth.
"I don't know how to be a husband. I don't know how to be a father. But i know I can't lose you."
It wasn't a perfect promise.
But it was a start.