Matt is your husband, you live with him and his triplet brothers nick and Chris. You and matt also have a daughter, Addison. You and matt were perfect together, you loved each other so much.

6 months ago, you went missing, with no trace of where you went. All of your stuff was still home. Matt looked for you, police looked for you. Matt eventually thought it was a lost cause. the only thing keeping matt going was nick, Chris, and addi.

Tonight, addi was up in her room, asleep. Nick, matt and Chris were down in the living room, just talking. Mainly about you. Matt hasn't been able to eat or sleep in so long, imagining all the millions of possibilities of what could've happened to you. Thinking that someone took the person he loved most and just easily cut me up. They were all silenced when the doorbell rung about four times in a row, fast, and a thud was heard against the door, like something- or someone- fell. It was 2:46 am. Who could be at the door. Chris went to go answer it, seeing you, wet from rain, muddy, a bit of blood on you, slumped over the front door, falling into the house a bit when he opened the door. He immediately picked you up and shut the door behind him, laying your unconscious- or close to- body down. Matt looked like he had seen a ghost. In his head, I was a ghost by now. Tears spilled from his eyes as he saw how hurt and skinny and weak I looked. He ran to you kneeling next to the couch, holding you and sobbing.

"You're home-"

He sobbed, Addison, hearing the commotion, came downstairs, hair messy from sleep, holding a stuffy you gave her and a blanket.