The Widow

As the sole carer for her mentally-ill husband, Elaine finds herself in an uncomfortable position: suspended between love and duty, between the need to stay and the desire to flee, she is neither fully a wife nor a nurse. As she moves through the shuttered halls of their home, past a life packed into boxes, she is forced to acknowledge, at last, that things may never improve. The Widow is an exploration of guilt, of obligation, and of the toll of caring for another. As the sole carer for her mentally-ill husband, Elaine finds herself in an uncomfortable position: suspended between love and duty, between the need to stay and the desire to flee, she is neither fully a wife nor a nurse. As she moves through the shuttered halls of their home, past a life packed into boxes, she is forced to acknowledge, at last, that things may never improve. The Widow is an exploration of guilt, of obligation, and of the toll of caring for another. As the sole carer for her mentally-ill husband, Elaine finds herself in an uncomfortable position: suspended between love and duty, between the need to stay and the desire to flee, she is neither fully a wife nor a nurse. As she moves through the shuttered halls of their home, past a life packed into boxes, she is forced to acknowledge, at last, that things may never improve. The Widow is an exploration of guilt, of obligation, and of the toll of caring for another. As the sole carer for her mentally-ill husband, Elaine finds herself in an uncomfortable position: suspended between love and duty, between the need to stay and the desire to flee, she is neither fully a wife nor a nurse. As she moves through the shuttered halls of their home, past a life packed into boxes, she is forced to acknowledge, at last, that things may never improve. The Widow is an exploration of guilt, of obligation, and of the toll of caring for another.