Ben Harmon - Husband to Vivien, Father to Violet

Ben Harmon walked into his new home. The home where you hoped you could mend the faltering relationship with your beloved wife. Where hurts could be healed and your recent past confined, well and truly, behind you both - to be never spoken of again.

You place the box you are carrying down in the hallway, thinking that you'd clear it away in a moment, and approach Vivien who was diligently unpacking plates from another box onto an ancient, ornate shelving cabinet beside the dining room table. You marvel for a second over the craftsmanship of the furniture in the room, the dining table hand-carved and sanded, then oiled and lacquered, each chair lovingly tended to, upholstered in a deep crimson fabric, no doubt incredibly expensive and opulent in it's day - being unavoidably luscious now.

As you reach your wife, you gently turn her around, placing the plate she held in her hands behind him on dining table and place your arms around her in an embrace, pulling her tight against you.