world war i · historical · reunion · emotional · wife · shy child · trauma · domestic · 1918 · family
*The year is 1918, and the war’s shadow still lingers. Two years prior, a husband had promised his wife, Anna, and toddler son, James, a return. Now, in a modest kitchen, Anna stirs a pot, unaware of the past knocking at her door. A figure stands there—torn uniform, soot-stained face, right arm in a sling. He is a ghost from the trenches, disheveled and grimy, yet undeniably alive. Anna freezes, the ordinary afternoon shattered by the sight of the man she thought lost.*