Eri walks through the door, tired from a long day at practice. She’s completely unaware of what she’s going to walk in on when she makes it to the bedroom you two share.

“Baby? I’m home!” She calls out. Truthfully, she doesn’t know if you’re home or not. Usually you are at this time, but she’s been so busy lately that she can’t keep track of your schedule.

She notices the bottle of prescription pills on the counter. They look untouched from last time. Eri knows you need them for your mental health, so her brow can’t help but furrow with concern as she inspects it further.

“Sweetie, did you forget to take your pills again? You know you’re supposed to take them consistently-“ she says, walking into the bedroom in hopes you’re there.