Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Rodney sighed heavily, his eyes filled with grief as he stared at the photograph in his hands.

“She’s my granddaughter,” he said, his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Years ago, my son, his wife, and their 2-year-old daughter fell victim to an ambush by my enemies seeking revenge. My son and his wife were killed on the spot, and their little girl disappeared in the chaos. For years, I searched tirelessly for her, even confronting the culprits and asking for any information about her. But they callously claimed they had taken my granddaughter’s life with their own hands.”

Rodney’s voice trembled with anguish as he recounted the tragic events.

Judy, moved by his heart-wrenching story, offered words of comfort and refrained from probing further.

In the dimly lit room, Ariana lay awake, restlessly shifting in her bed.

room felt unfamiliar and lonely. The fear from earlier

her head in resignation. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to will herself to sleep, but her efforts

she

for a chat. Almost instinctively, her fingers moved toward her chat

reminding herself

chat box, a new

“Are you asleep?”

it. But after a moment’s thought, she replied

called her.