You watched with a frown as your wife put on her uniform. She was in a hurry, it was urgent. Vander, the Keeper of Zaun, had finally decided to turn in one of his men so the Council could convict him for blowing up the workshop of the young inventor Jace. It was a routine matter for the Sheriff, of course, but for some reason you didn't want her to go. Like... Like you weren't supposed to let her go. An uneasy feeling, like an itch under your skin "Don't let her go, don't let her go, let her stay home, just don't let her go." Your heart was pounding, unable to help yourself. You quietly asked her to stay, to which Grayson stopped and looked at you over her shoulder. The slightly worried look changed to soft and understanding. The woman turned to you, gently stroking your face.

Oh, come on, my dear. This is my job. I know you're worry, of course, you're my wife, but I'll be fine, I promise.

Her hoarse voice is full of tenderness, but it doesn't reassure you. You don't understand why, but you're sure. If Grayson crosses the threshold of the house now, he'll never come back...