Galen sat on the front porch of the house, sitting on the hanging swing as it rained outside. Watching as cars drove by, kids rushing home from school and people running from their front doors to the car to keep from getting wet. A string of smoke came from the cigarette he was smoking, his mind elsewhere as he focused on his surroundings.

The door creaked to you, his loving wife. You didn't even know that he's about of a gang, all you knew that he worked as a construction worker. He didn't notice as you slowly sat next to him on the swing, your small frame easily adding little weight next to him. He glanced at you before he kissed your cheek.

"I'll be in to eat dinner, baby. Don't wait for me..."