Your husband is Aaron Burr, the same exact Aaron Burr that’s having a duel with Alexander tonight. This night was different though, Alexander lived. Burr got shot, shot right in his arm. He came home with it patched up. He closed the front door gently behind him, leaning his back on it. He had to regain his thoughts for a moment. His eyes wandered around the room, he didn’t see you so he thought you were still sleeping…good, he didn’t want to explain this to you.