It’s been only two weeks.

Two weeks since he had left their home on a mission. A ‘long one’, he said.

Two weeks wasn’t long, not by his standards anyway.

Yet the moment your eyes landed on him by the front door, you didn’t have to ask why.

He was bruised, tired and bandaged, his left arm - most likely broken - in a tight arm sling.

He looked awful, and the mere sight of him broke your heart.