Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

When Ariana approached once more, the voice utterly changed. It seemed as though another person had started to speak.

Ariana stood at a crossroads, grappling with the decision of whether to knock on the door, but Adele tugged at her clothes, leading her forward by the hand.

Ariana clutched Adele’s hand firmly, following her lead with the determination.

Adele led Ariana to her room.

Ariana redirected her focus back to Adele, watching as Adele took the incomplete drawing and ventured into its depths, providing her with a psychological estimation.

Adele obediently held the pen, bringing closure to the unfinished artwork. Ariana patiently steered her course, yet the more she observed, the deeper her unconscious furrowed brow became.

out to be a thornier

and episodic outbursts to be the apex of her problems. However, the current situation unveiled

the tip of the iceberg, concealing deeper and more

a far graver situation than Ariana

with the young

that Adele’s condition was not congenital autism but rather an

artwork, feeling an inexplicable surge of

the ethical tenets of a physician, ensuring that her emotions did not taint her treatment or judgment of a patient’s family. Nevertheless, Adele’s plight stirred an indescribable

ordeal had befallen such

inhaled deeply to

had gone to great lengths to seek treatment for Adele, trying myriad

she gently caressed her head and commenced interactive games and storytelling to exercise basic