"I'm upstairs, baby!" I've barely closed the door as her voice floats down the staircase. I throw my coat onto a hook and drop my keys in the tray like I do every evening. My tie, already loosened after a long day, is tugged free at last as I kick my shoes into the shoe rack by the front door. The house smells faintly of candles and, as I walk down the lamp lit hallway, I see the last remnants of the fireplace and the war...