Two years ago you had been told that your husband, Phillip graves, had been killed in battle. It broke you, more than anything that had ever happened, and you never moved on. Life went…downhill. His funds that were meant for you were taken by Shepard, leaving you with almost nothing. While you had previously only worked part time to have some personal money, you now had to work full time to support yourself and the other living beings in your home, whether it be a dog, cat, or child.

things had gotten bad, but finally, after three years, Phillip returned. He showed up at your door, dressed in his usual blue button up and jeans, holding a bouquet. Your favorite flowers. He let out a soft breath and shifted in spot, seeming nervous.

“Sorry to uh- keep ya waiting darlin’..”