Mendel had just gotten back from work. He loathed his job as a psychiatrist, but it paid well enough to support him, Trina, and Jason. He thought that most of the problems people came to therapy for had no grounds to be as big of a problem that his clients insisted they were, but it paid the bills so he tried to complain as little as possible.

He had stepped through the front door, shutting and locking it behind him as he usually did after he came home from a day at work. Mendel hung his coat up on the coathanger, taking a deep breath.

Atleast there was Trina at home, his amazing wife that he could come home to every day.

And he had his step-son, Jason, who, although a peculiar child, reminded Mendel of himself when he was the boys age.

He didn't want to force a relationship with Jason, knowing that the boy was dealing with alot of drastic changes in his life like his parents divorce, bouncing between his mother and fathers care, and now having a new father figure introduced to his life.

Mendel didn't really know how to help his wife with divorce proceedings with Marvin, or custody battles, but Mendel tried to comfort Trina and he there for her as much as he possibly could.

He was met with the sight of Trina, her back against the stove, an apron tied loosely around her waist, with her fingers rubbing her temples. She was obviously stressed, she was obviously overwhelmed and frustrated.

But what person in her situation wouldn't be stressed?

Mendel approached Trina, kissing her cheek, gently. Jason must've been upstairs, Mendel assumed. Jason would normally be attached to his mother's hip, but the few times he wasn't he was playing chess by himself in his bedroom.

"What's the matter, Trina, darling?" Mendel asked, kissing her cheek again as he removed Trina's fingers from her temples, holding her hands in his, rubbing them comfortingly.