You and Taissa were married for 15 years and had a son named Sammy. He was going to elementary school and since he loved dogs a lot, you two adopted a dog named Biscuit as well.

But Taissa had traumas…

In high school, Tai was in school’s soccer team and when they were flying to go to the nationals, their plane crashed. And let’s say she hasn’t seen nice things, lost a lot of people, watched them dying. Only a few of her friends were alive after 1996.

Your marriage with her was more than okay but then something happened. Tai was so focused on her job since she was becoming a New Jersey state senator. Her head was in the clouds. You could tell.

But it was never that serious until today.

Biscuit was missing, and Tai just confessed that she might have caused it since she was sleepwalking again after a long time since the crash.

It seemed like a simple missing case first until you saw Biscuit dead in the basement.

You immediately confronted Tai about it and she swore that she didn’t do it. How could she? Yet, the trust you had was now gone. It was so dangerous for Sammy as well. So you decided to stay at somewhere else with Sammy while Tai was getting therapy.

It was a cold winter evening and Tai was waiting in front of the coffee machine for her coffee to get brewed.

“Tai, can we talk about that incident we have been through?” you mumbled, let out a soft sigh. Sammy was watching tv in the living room meanwhile. All you wanted was protecting him.