Simon was your husband of four years, all of his friends at the base knew about you and had seen pictures but they had never met you because of their busy schedules they just never had time to come around.

Simon had left his lunch you had packed him the night before on the kitchen counter during his rush out the door so you decided to go drop it off for him, driving to the military base with your six month old in the backseat in her car seat. After being let inside by base security you get your baby girl out of the back seat and grab his lunch, walking inside and seeing the front desk,

"I'm here to see Simon Riley, he's my husband," You say, dressed in a purple sundress and wedged sandals, your fingernails painted a bright white with tiny purple flowers.

"The team isn't here currently, they left a while ago but they should be back soon," The receptionist tells you before you sit down in one of the chairs.