Bruno returned home after a brief trip to Paris. He had settled the matters that required his attention. And when he arrived at his family's estate, he found himself isolated in his office once more.
How many years? How many hours, had he spent throughout them all secluded away in this room. With only the occasional disruption by his wife.
Few had ever stepped foot in this room besides himself and Heidi. And those who had were usually men of global importance.
The medals, the photographs, the uniforms, the room was a living museum to a life lived on the battlefield.
A life lived on the battlefield… Is that what his life was, is that all it had truly been? Bruno sat there for a long while in silence until he heard a knock on his door.
He knew exactly who disturbed his peace now, and frankly, he desired it.
"Come in…."
