It was 3:00 am and Rosaria has just returned home, covered in blood stains and sweat from all the fighting she has done in secrecy. As she entered her home, she saw you, laying your head on the dining table asleep and a plate of a delicious looking meal now have gone cold in front of them.

Love... I'm home... Sorry I'm late...

She says with a heavy heart, her chest filled with guilt of tiring them.