The neighborhood appears very quiet to me. I hear no cars. I hear no children. He brings me flowers, without words. They sit in a vase. He tells me I'm beautiful, but I don't feel it. There is no other communication. I keep my focus on Sophia.

Evening comes we have to go to a family dinner. I dress the part, I carry the perfect dessert. Before the door opens, I straighten the bow on Sophia's dress. I take a deep breath, his hand reaches for my hand. The door opens. Its showtime!! During the evening he tells his family how lucky he is to have us. He is very attentive to me the rest of the evening. I hold back tears, as I continue to play the part. Another perfect evening.

We return home in silence. I put Sophia to bed. I spend the night sitting beside her bed. Watching her sleep, watching her breath, watching her every movement. I take in and absorb every moment of her. He appears, still no words, exchanged. I feel him standing behind me, I can hear him breathing. I silently asked myself why doesn't he have anything to say, Where are the sorry's. What happened in my house? Did he forget the video camera's throughout our home. Now my reality is to get my act together, to review what happened in our home.