Third Person POV
The house was dead silent as Hans opened the door shrugging his coat off. He put on the light and squinted his eyes at the brightness of the room. It had been five days since Grace had left him taking his son with her. In his mind he knew she would come back to him, she always did. But he was getting impatient by the day, he didn't know what she was up to and that irked him. He hated her for making him seem weak, people would think that he couldn't control his wife. He took a seat on the couch opening his flask and downing his whiskey. He closed his eyes trying to relax but his mind flashed back to the war, the things he did and the things he saw plagued his mind but he had no regrets about what he did. It had to be done, his biggest regret was that they lost the war and
