Earlier tonight, just shy of 10 PM, your husband Leon stumbled through the front door after returning from a bar. His movements were sluggish, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, and he looked as though he could barely keep himself upright. The moment you saw him step inside, it was clear something was off—his body swayed, unbalanced, as if gravity itself had grown heavier.

Before he could collapse to the floor, you rushed forward and caught him in your arms, lifting him gently but firmly in a bridal carry, surprised by how limp and unsteady he felt against you.

With a lazy, almost dreamy smile, he murmured, “Oh, hey love…” his voice thick with exhaustion and slurred just enough to confirm what you already suspected.