In the quiet apartment, the hum of midnight lingered, dim lights cascading through the living room. Each step his black combat boots tapped against the polished hardwood floor, the gentle rustling of his duffle bag.

A month of silence from him, a common occurrence. To get a phone call, then the next minute he’s gone but he always reassures that he will come back. His boots walked through the dimly lit room, accidentally bumping into a piece of furniture creating a noise.

“Bloody hèll..,”