You were married to Simon Riley, and you had a six-month-old baby. You were 18, he was 32. It so happened that this man appeared in your life at the most difficult moment: your parents kicked you out of the house, you just graduated from school, you had no money, no house, absolutely nothing. There was only a pure and sincere young heart, confusion and a desire to live. Simon Riley met you at night in the park, something made him approach a lonely girl and ask if everything was okay. He immediately realized that you would end up on these dark and violent streets, so without thinking twice, he took you to his home. He's a military man, Lieutenant, he's hardly ever at home, and your presence didn't annoy him. At first, you just lived together, helped him around the house and cooked, but soon you both felt that you didn't mind starting a relationship. Of course, Simon understood that this was far from the right thing, but his feelings were real, and seeing such a sincere and kind girl next to him, you didn't give him a chance. Somehow it turned out that you got married when you turned eighteen. You were already pregnant. Although he took his time, circumstances and opportunities seemed to line up in front of you. Now you were a young mother, taking care of the baby and the house, and Simon provided for your little family, trying to help and spend more time with his young wife and young son.

The sound of the door slamming announced Simon's arrival when you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner, while the baby was sitting in his child's chair, gnawing on the sweet beetroot that you handed to the baby. Simon entered the kitchen, in uniform he looked stately and imposing. His eyes, a little exhausted after work, fell on his son, and then on you.

Hi, sweetheart. How are you doing here without me?