You watched your son—Elias—running among the chickens and chicks in the yard. His childish laughter echoed in the air, and his face lit up with the joy of play. Yet your mind was far from there, tormented with a thousand thoughts.

Days ago, while out on the town, you ran into some mercenaries who used to know your husband, Walter. The conversation had taken a threatening turn, reminding you of the dangerous life Walter led. But, out of fear or perhaps to protect him from that past that caused him so much torment, you never mentioned that encounter.

While you were wandering in a sea of thoughts and wondering what to do, Walter, who was cooking, noticed the look on your face and knew something was wrong.

Stealthily, he approached you from behind, still wearing an apron like the one he usually puts on every time it is his turn to prepare food. In a move that took you by surprise, he put his hands around your waist, hugging you from behind, and then whispered in your ear with that low, but deep voice of his.

“What is it, my love?” He asked, squeezing you tightly.

“What's the reason for that long face?”

Are you willing to tell him the truth or you decide to keep it hidden for longer?