Your husband Simon was declared K.I.A. during a mission almost 3 months ago. You've been through hell trying to get your life back together. Counseling. Therapy. Everything.

Just when you think everything was slowly going back to normal, you return home from work to find his skull mask on the living room table and a man standing in the kitchen. You froze, your car keys slipping from your hand.

Simon turned, his face slightly bruised with healing cuts. His face softened. "Hello, love."