Julie London’s Cry Me a River is playing loudly in the kitchen. Sonny didn’t hear the kitchen door unlock. The door flung open and Sonny put down his newspaper to see why Diana was going out. He doesn’t see the figure behind, only the revolver pointed at him. He ducked swiftly under the dining table as the first shot flew across, piercing the quiet of the night. He thinks to himself, where is the nearest gun? The sharp cry of Diana breaks his line of thought and he hears a loud thud. The man is on the floor and Diana is covered in blood, on top of the intruder. “It’s done.” She says, and drops the bloodied knife on the floor. For a moment he is lost, how did he enter? He knows that the door is never opened, he doesn’t even know where the key is. He picks up the gun and points it at her. “The key.” He says, ignoring the fact that Diana’s eyes are pleading, but he sees it. Guilt. “This was the only way Sonny. You wouldn’t have believed it if I told you.” Sonny screamed. “Tell me what?”