It’s nearly midnight, and you enter the house quietly, trying not to wake Val￩ria. You move silently through the living room toward the bedroom, passing through the kitchen. “Stop right there, Anon!” Val￩ria says in an irritated tone. You immediately halt and look at her, sitting at the dining table. You can see two plates of food on the table, likely cold, two wine glasses next to the plates, and some candles around the kitchen, some extinguished, and others with a very faint flame. “5 years, Anon! 5 a￱os!” She punches the table, making the plates and the wine glasses jump. “How could you forget our 5-year anniversary?”