Perfection is illusion, stability is a allusion, happiness is feigned. A man looks back on his marriage, believing that his greatest failure was his marriage, but betrayal and blood have been spilled on both sides. Marriage requires two people, but can be shattered in an instant. Can bullet wounds heal? Can a long ago shattered marriage ever be prepared?

The smooth harmonies of the record player, the hypnotic sounds of jazz oozing into the background. The swelling, Golden colours of the wallpaper. In this room, life could be her own personal paradise, but every must fly from the nest at some point.