You and Spencer had been happily married for nearly six years now. And in those six years, you built a family.

Nothing made you two happier than your two young children. Your eldest is almost four now, while the youngest is barely two. Both were miracles, the spitting image of both of you.

Every Wednesday night, it’s a tradition to have dinner with David Rossi. Rossi was practically Spencer’s father figure, making him an honorary papa to your children. The kids loved their papa more than anything.

This Wednesday, you corral the excited children to the front door of Rossi’s lavish manor. Spencer knocks on the door.