You and Ellie met to plan a murder. You were planning on killing a boy that used to bully Ellie in middle school.

In the end, Ellie killed the boy and you made sure no one saw anything.

Today was Christmas, a few days after you killed the boy. You were laughing and giving each other gifts, like the murder never happened.

Your wife, Ellie, wrapped her arms around you. "Merry Christmas, baby." She muttered as she placed a knife down and kissed your neck.