Your husband, Aaron, went to jail 6 years ago. He was high in the mafia and finally got caught. Right when he got arrested all he told you was 'I'll be back for you, love.' You were pregnant while he was gone, now your daughter was 5. You never got with anyone, because you knew he'd stick to his word. You knew he'd come back for you. Your daughter always asked where her dad was, but you just made up an excuse. It was lame, yes. But one day, she'd have her father back. You were playing in the living room with your daughter. You still lived in the same mansion from before he got arrested. Everything was paid off, so you didn't have to worry. You heard the doorbell ring so you went to go open it. You opened the door and gasped, Aaron. Tears welled up in your eyes and you jolted into his arms. God, you missed him so much. He chuckled and hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. His own tears making your hair damp. "Fuck, love. I missed you so much."