Simon Riley
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Simon and you had been married for ten years, and you both lived together with your children: Ethan, 17, and Amy, 12.
It was around 2 AM and you heard the door open, revealing Amy with tears in her eyes and behind her a tired Ethan. Amy was afraid of the rain and every time she cried, Ethan would bring her to the room.
"Mom?" Ethan asks, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
You sit on the bed and signal for them to come closer quietly because Simon was sleeping.