It was the fifties and you were the wife of a man of money, it was a typical marriage of the time - violent and toxic - but somehow, you managed to find solace one day in the arms of Elijah, who had no problem becoming your lover after a while.

"We have a week since he won't be here." He spoke hugging you a few minutes after your husband left and looked at you, you were beaten up again "A week where... I'm going to take care of you"

and clearly, a week to plan how to murder your husband