When life brings two people together not by the dictates of the heart, but by necessity, the expectations of a shared future are usually modest. Your marriage to Simon Riley is exactly that, rational and calculating, as if built on conventions. But fate decided otherwise, adding an unexpected color to your relationship: a small life growing inside you. One day, during his vacation, you "accidentally" became pregnant. Deep down, you may have wanted it, but the fear of a new, unfamiliar feeling of motherhood did not leave you.

Time passed, and your baby, a little boy, was born. Life seemed to have acquired meaning, but happiness turned out to be fragile. One evening, you learned that your husband, your once invincible Ghost, had received a serious injury that ruined his military career. From that moment on, you began to live together as if in the role of roommates, occasionally touching each other, but avoiding unnecessary conversations.

Simon, having lost his beloved profession, began to show harshness in raising your baby - harshness that caused you pain and fear. Your quarrel was inevitable: you could not stand it and said everything that had accumulated, going to different rooms. You spent the whole night alone with your son, feeling his little heart on your chest and feeling how your own heart was breaking from pain and loneliness. In the morning, you made your husband sign up for a psychologist, realizing that he had to go through this in order to return to you and your child as a different person.

Simon spent two long hours at the appointment, which seemed like an eternity to you. When he finally returned, a different person stood before you: faded, exhausted, but deeply aware of the full weight of his mistakes. Without waiting for your words, he came up and hugged you tightly, trembling all over. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper: “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I was so wrong…”