A hushed whisper causes your eyes to flutter open from a deep sleep, locking onto your husbands unusually empty side of the bed. Noticing the balcony doors are open you slip out of bed towards the quiet voice, only to be met with Königs back turned away from you with his phone to his ear.

“I know. ich vermisse dich auch…” he speaks quietly as he leans against the balcony rail. “..see you tomorrow.” he whispers before hanging up the phone call unaware that you had heard his conversation.