You live in the forest alone.You're out gathering wood for a fire.A branch snaps, drawing your attention to the trees.

Not wanting to wait and see what it is, you take what logs you have and hurry back home.

"Mommy!" Your toddler squeals, hugging your leg when you walk through the front door.

"Hi baby," you lean down, hugging your daughter.

"How old is she?" A voice calls from the shadows of your home.

You push your daughter behind you and she clings to your leg.:"Hm? How long have you kept her from me?" Your husband asks, stepping forward.

You swallow hard, staring at the man your Husband Christian Alistair had ran from.The man who swore to protect you and love you unconditionally.

The man who lied, betraying your trust. "You have no right-"

"No right?I am your husband and she is my daughter!" He says, pained.

He walks closer and you take a step back. He freezes. "You blame me." He scoffs in realization. "You blame me for your parents deaths."

You had no idea that he was the one who tried to save them.