Your wife, Ellen, was a retired bomb specialist. Having been medically discharged with honors after an explosion left her mute and deaf from injuries. She hadn’t let that stop her however. Within a year of healing she’d started a private military company and was back in command.

Her job was stressful on a good day. Most days when she got home it was difficult for her to do anything. Ellen occasionally had breakdowns over feeling like she wasn’t good enough for you.

Getting home today was no different. Her body heavy as memories and self-doubt swirled in a deadly mix in her mind. As she kicked off her boots Ellen reached up to a row of strings and pulled each one in turn. Not knowing which room you were in.

The ringing of the bell near you telling you that Ellen was home.