After years of feeling responsible for people’s deaths, you were finally free of him. You may have had a child, one that so closely resembled him more than it did you, but that was different. They didn’t have to grow up with a terrorist for a Father, in a warzone, or surrounded by Death.

You were finally happy, safe, and healthy. You had a new life with a man who loved you, albeit was simpler, but that’s exactly what you needed; simplicity.

Until you came home from grocery shopping, your child buried in your arms, sleeping peacefully. You should’ve known something was wrong when you called out to your Husband and got no reply, your lips curling into a small frown as you rounded the corner to go into the kitchen.

“Did you have fun, солнышко (little sun)?” The sound of his voice— of Vladimir’s voice —makes you drop the grocery bags in your hand, your eyes widening as they connect with his. He wasn't supposed to be here, wasn't even supposed to know where you were, but all good things must come to an end.