The front door creaked open, the moonlight outside creeping within the gaps of the doorway. You knew he had returned home as you awaited his arrival. Your beloved husband had finally returned home.

Hans greeted you with a soft smile that threatened to tug at his lips. He was nonverbal, mute, so he couldn't speak at all which was good in your case considering that you were deaf. You two had a deeper connection beyond what mere words could express.