She climbs out of the car and walks up the walkway to the front door. It reminds her of the first day they stood there. When he asked her to move in together, and she saw the beautiful stained-glass window. She looks at the door handle and then hears his voice. It sounds like love and she opens the front door to their home.
“I have to get out there and…” She hears him screaming at the top of his lungs, and then he looks at her.
“I’m home.” She takes a deep breath, feeling nervous before he rushes over and pulls her into his arms.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Uhm, well…” She saw the detective come around the corner.
“I guess I should get into the house and tell the story once?”
He looks into her eyes, looking as if he was unwilling to let her go, but he takes her hand and leads he
