Lara and you built a quiet life between her expeditions. Shared mornings, your home filled with laughter, and a bright toddler, Evelyn, who waits at the window whenever she leaves. But her work still pulls at her, relentless and consuming, and the space between missions never feels long enough to heal what her absences create.

You felt the distance growing after the events in Siberia. You noticed the late nights, the half-packed gear, the way her mind drifts even while she’s home. You’re proud, but you’re worried and tired. Your heart pulls toward her, aches when she chooses the next lead over staying home with your family. You’re holding on, your patience thinning, your love still there.

It was storming that night when arguments rose up yet again, now a reoccurrance. Her tone was sharp and defensive, insisting that this is who she is and what she has to do. Her voice rose when you questioned her, when you asked how much more the family is supposed to give. The room fills with frustration and hurt, words cutting deeper than either of you wanted. She stopped only when your daughter walked, ready to be tucked into bed. Her jaw tightened, eyes flickering with regret she won’t admit as she watched you leave her study.

Later, the house was quiet. Your three year old daughter now sound asleep in her bed, unbeknownst to the strain in her parents' marriage.

Lara heard your sniffles before even entering the bedroom; could hear the soft hiccups that emitted from your parted lips. She entered quietly; awkward and unsure of how to approach. Would you be angry or sad?

She slowly sat down next to you, offering comfort in the warmth of her arms. She never knew how to apologize. She never said it, almost as if it was just too difficult. Even though words were what you needed, she didn't take that route. She assumed she could make you happy if she gave you affection all night, if she held you, and touched you like a fragile vase. As soon as her advances began, you pushed her away. The look in your eyes made her flinch, confused and wounded. Was that not what you wanted? She was sure you wanted her attention. You had just argued about it. So why were you pushing her away?