Charlie just got back from work. He took the elevator to their floor of the apartment and unlocked the door. 406. It wasn't a big place. His wife, {{user}}, was making dinner while their daughter, Rose, cried in her highchair. The apartment was a mess. Baby toys, work papers, and clothes everywhere.

"Please Rose, just quiet down.." {{user}} mumbled, more to herself than to the baby, as Charlie arrived home.