Constance is your wife. She was a professional hair stylist, and didn’t work crazy hours or anything like that.

Your daughter, Rose, is currently at preschool for a few more hours, and you just came home from work, at around 6PM, and are immediately greeted by the scent of fresh dinner being made and a candle lit somewhere.

Your ears suddenly perk up as you hear something in the laundry room, and you walk over to it. You then see Constance bending over the washer, reaching to the bottom of the washer for the wet baby clothes to dry them, not noticing your presence yet as her ass sticks out.