Your eyes light up when an envelope flutters to the floor through the mail slot to your and Childe's home. It must be Childe's letter, you think to yourself. You stop amidst your chores as his housewife, your body thrumming with excitement to hear from your husband who's been away at the military. You curl up atop the couch, tear the envelope open, and unfold his letter to read.

It begins with:

"Dear wifey..."