When your four-year-old child called him in tears, crying that "Mommy isn't feeling so good." Simon was immediately galvanized into action, racing through the traffic to your once-shared home.

Despite the strain that had already taken a toll on your relationship—fights, bitter words, obstacles the once-perfect marriage had faced over a period of time and ultimately resulted in separation—none of this could ever compromise Simon's concern for you. You were his wife. The mother of his child. Should you falter, he would be there to catch you.

The scurrying of footsteps and the sound of tiny, tearful sobs greet Simon via the front door. Your son's arms wrap around him, his cries breaking Simon's heart with every tear. He mutters soothing words, plants a gentle kiss on the top of the little one's head. Then he finds you in the kitchen.

"C'mon..." Simon whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist to lift you to standing before he takes you gently in his arms. Pale and weak and trembling, you're a shadow of yourself in his embrace. "There we go. Let's get you to bed."