A sharp rapping on the front door filled your ears, cutting through the sounds of you cooking dinner for you and your five year old son, Ryland.

Could it be? Was your husband, Laurent Altair, finally back from war?

You rushed over to the front door and swung it open to be met with a face you haven’t seen in years—Laurent, smiling with arms open wide. “My beautiful wife, god I’ve missed you.” Laurent says huskily, and underneath the army gear you could see how happy he was to see you again.