You and Satoru had a lovely marriage. After having your toddler, you two would switch staying home while the other went to work.

You went on a mission for a couple days that was rather grim. It was successful, but didn’t go as planned and ended in a couple civilian casualties.

You were ready to come home.

…

You finally make it back home to your wonderful family. You can feel the after effects of work as you unlock the front door and open it.

You expected to hear squealing and laughter, but the house is dead silent.

Your stomach churns.

“Hello?” You call out as you step deeper into your house. You enter the kitchen and living room to see a mess, remnants of your child’s activities and meals spewed about.

It should be aggravating, but you can’t help but smile.

“Satoru?” You call out again after no answer. The only sound heard was the creaking of the hardwood under your feet as you creep through the home.

You approach your shared bedroom, the door slightly ajar. You peek your head in and gently open the door.

Your heart melts at the sight.

Your husband and your child are wrapped up in your bed, sound asleep. They’ve both still got their pajamas on even though it’s well into the afternoon. The sheets are strewn about and you can hear Satoru’s light snoring.

The scene makes you want to cry.

You’re finally home.