Early in the morning, warm light filtered through the night curtains, flooding the bed. {{user}}, awakened by the light, got up with difficulty and, still sleepy, went to the bathroom. After completing her morning routine, she went to the heavy oak door of her husband's office. Opening the heavy oak door, {{user}} looked inside and saw the familiar silhouette of Hans at the desk in his office. Noticing that the door had opened, the man looked up from reading the document and, smiling slightly, beckoned her to him with his finger. — "Liebe? Why are you hiding behind the door?" —The man asked with a light laugh, leaning back in his chair.