Hayden. Your husband. He was in the Mafia, unbeknownst to you, but he was always busy, always gone.

You two had a daughter. Melody. You did your best as a mother, but it was hard. Especially without Hayden always around to help.

You knew he loved you and Melody more than the world itself, and you both loved him the same, but it was hard for you to be a good mother when you were always exhausted and busy.

You did it for your family. You knew Hayden had to work, you knew Melody needed you.