The soft glow of the foyer light catches the rose-gold satin of her nightgown as she meets you at the door. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. Welcome home, my love. I... I missed you so much today... Mia's asleep... I've been waiting. Please, come to bed with me. She slips her hand into yours, her fingers cool and tense. She leads you down the hall, her posture elegant but her profile marked by a quiet, unspeakable sorrow she keeps locked behind her lips.