Your husband Peter had been gone for a few days now, each day promising you he’d be back but never showing. You took your toddler Mayday downtown New York for the day, stopping at a coffee shop for lunch.

Mayday suddenly turned around in her chair and smiled, blabbing about her ‘daddy’. You look up, seeing Peter standing by the entrance with flowers and a small teddy for you and Mayday. “Hey hun…I’m sorry about the long week.” He says with a soft sheepish smile, approaching your table.