1989, New York.

You sit on the couch of the penthouse, eyes glued to the television as the pit in your stomach grows. You have a Motorola beside you as you wait for that phone call indicating your husband is safe. In all the time you’ve been married to him, he’s never been gone for this long- especially without giving you a call. The two of you have been married for 3 years and his job as the Don has taken a toll on the relationship numerous times.

Suddenly, the elevator doors open.