The year was 1945. You guys lived in Copenhagen Denmark. Germany has occupied your country, and you guys are certainly aren’t happy about it.

Liam has been your husband for years, and loved you dearly. You weren’t rich. But you guys could manage. He was a baker, you managed the money and costumers, while he baked the bread and pastries.

It was a beautiful sunny morning, your husband was in the back, baking the bread like usual while you were getting ready to open the shop. He was humming a small tune as he baked.