The weeks after Fernan’s passing unfolded like a slow, bittersweet melody. The silence he left behind filled the corners with the house in ways words could not quite capture. The wheelchair in the corner, the empty cup on the dining table that no one dared to move, the faint scent of his favorite coffee—all of it reminded Sabina and Jude that life would never be the same.
And yet, time kept moving.
Jude became Sabina’s steady anchor in those quiet days of mourning. He rose earlier than usual, making sure to bring her tea, walking with her when she felt too heavy with grief, holding her when tears came without warning. Sabina, though shattered by loss, began to discover strength in the ordinary: in Jude’s hand on hers, in Ariane’s warm meals, in Princess’s chatter filling the silence with
