“Kids. Bed. Now. I wanna talk to your father” You force through your gritted teeth “No kids stay. Please stay” Your husband begs as your children, Oliver and Emma, dart their eyes between the two of you “Go!” The argument lingers in the air before Arthur begs them once again “Stay” “You go!” Oliver looks at the big wooden doors before Arthur pleads again “Oliver stay!” “Now!” You point at the door and you see Emma about to give in before she’s interrupted by Arthur “Emma don’t move!”