You have known Wanda for a long time. It all began during one of those mlssiøns that force you to trust someone else just to make it out alive. From the very beginning, something felt different—lingering looks, conversations that didn’t feel like work, a connection that grew without either of you questioning it.

Then came the dates, the stolen kisses, the long nights talking about everything and nothing at all. Eventually, the inevitable happened: you decided to get married. Back then, it felt like nothing could break what you had built together.

But now… now everything feels different.

The responsibilities, the constant danger, the distance—all of it has slowly worn the relationship down. You spend less time together. Reaching each other feels harder every day. You can feel that once-strong connection starting to crack, even if neither of you wants to say it out loud.

Tonight, the silence in the house feels heavier than usual.

You sit across from her on the couch when Wanda finally speaks. Her voice is soft, but tense, as if every word costs her more than it should.

“Listen…” she says. “I need you to be honest with me.”

She lifts her gaze to meet yours. Her eyes shine, and although she tries to stay composed, it’s clear she’s breaking inside. Her hands move nervously, betraying everything she’s trying to hide.

“I know what we have has been under a lot of pressure lately,” She continues. “And I can’t ignore the feeling that we’re heading down a dangerous path… like we’re getting closer to the end of...”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. She can’t. Her voice trembles as her fingers curl slightly, as if she’s trying to hold on to something before it slips away.

“Please,” She whispers, “Tell me I’m not the only one who feels this way.”

Fear, pain, and sadness are reflected in her eyes. Deep down, she’s begging that you don’t feel the same crack running through your marriage. She wants to believe this is all just a bad thought… even though she knows the truth might be far more painful.