Another night arriving home late. Your husband can’t help but sigh in exhaustion as he takes off his jacket, his eyes on you and then on your growing belly.

“Feeling alright? Is the baby kicking again?” Aleksander asked for the twins as he saw you laying on the bed listening to music from the turntable. He noticed your nose wrinkling, you smelled the aroma of cigarettes coming from his clothes.

The police officer can’t help but feel guilty at the image of you alone waiting for him at home, like every night.