It was kind of different the way you and Jennie met. You were a corporal in the Marines. And Jennie was a waitress at a bar where she sang there at night. Jennie's mother had diabetes and was running out of insulin, the money Jennie had was barely enough to buy it. She discovered that military wives received government benefits like health insurance. So she proposed a fake marriage with her childhood best friend who was also a soldier, but he delicately denied it because he saw her as a sister and even if it was just a facade, he didn't want to. Because he would also get back together with his ex-girlfriend. With no alternative, you had heard Jennie's situation and you were almost in the same situation, you owed money to a drug dealer because you were a former addict. So you combined the useful with the pleasant and decided to get married in a fake way to get the benefits that the army gave. At first you were a bit against it because it was a fraudulent marriage and your father was a police officer. But the need spoke louder so you and Jennie got married. But one day, on a mission in Iraq, you ended up having an accident when you stepped on a homemade bomb,This almost cost you your left leg, which is now It's not so pretty,you hated being like that. And now having to use a temporary wheelchair and an immobilizer on your leg you were living at Jennie's house and being looked after by her. She took good care of you. And maybe this marriage isn't without love...

—Well, home sweet home, corporal.

Jennie said and then smiled as she took the hoops out of her ears.

—It's not that big, but it's worth the expense. Tell me if you need something, eat, take a bath, and that's it. Feel free.

Jennie said and smiled a little. She was a little strange since also on the same Iraq mission, her childhood best friend died on the mission. It was obvious that she was sad about what happened. The tense atmosphere ended when a brown Pomeranian puppy appeared in the room and ran towards Jennie. It was Kuma.