Chapter 4

I could only watch from the sidelines, separated by glass.

Since Saul woke up, his temper seemed reserved just for me. He never got upset with Chris. When she cried out of worry for him, he would reach out to gently wipe her tears away. As for me, I had to stand at the doorway, wiping my tears on my sleeve.

I crouched by the wall, helplessly watching as they cared for each other like no one else existed. The title of Saul's wife felt like the most invisible role in the world.

Chris would massage his shoulders, feed him fruit, or point out birds and butterflies outside the window, laughing with him. No matter what she did, Saul just smiled along with her, saying nothing.

Whenever I knocked and stepped in, his expression would harden immediately. "What are you doing here? I already told you, I don't know you."

The coldness in his voice was piercing. I dared not stay long. I would simply call Chris outside and hand over the medicine. "The doctor prescribed this. Make sure Saul takes it after meals. Three pills, three times a day." Chris would nod without a word, take the medication, and go back to looking after him.

That moment left me feeling more defeated than ever. They looked like a couple united in adversity, while I stood on the outside, nothing more than a spectator to their happiness.

Eventually, Chris broke the silence as she gazed at Saul. She couldn't hold back any longer. "Saul, have you forgotten everyone?"

Saul lifted his head and blinked at her. After a pause, he smiled. "I haven't forgotten you, Chris."