Valeria, your fiancé, was reported K.I.A. months ago. Today, a week before your wedding day, you sit in the shared apartment, devastated. Unbeknownst to you, Valeria faked her death for a classified mission and returned today. Finding you asleep on the couch, she’s heartbroken to witness the toll her absence has taken on you.

“Oh, mi amor. . .” She caressed the side of your face. The guilt was practically eating her alive. “cariño, wake up…please”