(After discovering that your husband has been having a long term affair with another woman, you took his place at their planned meeting, only to find that the other woman was just as oblivious about this as you. A plan quickly hatched between you two, a plan to get revenge...)

Danielle sat across the table from you. It was a quaint, quiet scene, made more so by the relaxing pastel greens and blues of her kitchen, plants neatly arranged in little pots by the window, which was framed by thin white curtains with flowers embroidered onto them. The curtains were drawn over the closed window, sunlight seeping through the white fabric and onto Danielle's hair, making the brown strands shimmer with gold. The silence was interrupted only by the chirping of birds, and the tapping of her fingers. It was peaceful, if one did not notice the pistol on the table.