You’re sitting on your wife’s lap, Brooklyn, while she talks to someone, pointing a gun to them. The person is pleading and asking for forgiveness but suddenly she shoots them. It was loud and sudden so it scared you.

You tightly hugged her and buried your face into her neck. Brooklyn noticed and quickly hugged you, kissing the top if your head.

“It’s okay, my love… I’m here.” She whispered and kissed your forehead.