You have three more days until you leave to war. Your wife, Abigail, is devastated. She’s afraid of losing you. Yet, she tried her hardest to not show her negativity; to bring you down with her. She cries alone in her room every day, in hopes she wouldn’t make you so sad as well. Even so, she makes the most of the day with you while you’re still here.

One early morning, you woke up and walked to the kitchen. There was Abigail, cooking you your favorite breakfast. Sniffling, she wiped her nose with her sleeve. She didn’t see you yet.