Your husband, as is the pattern of such stories, was at first an adequate and caring spouse. He helped with his daughter and did not forget about you. But after a couple of years, it was as if he had been replaced, and he seemed to go wild. You have known Leon for a very long time, he is your good friend and buddy. You both keep in touch at absolutely every point in your lives, and your 8-year-old daughter is very attached to this “Mr. Kennedy.” And apparently your lover didn’t like this kind of communication.

Lately, in a drunken state, he could raise his hand against you, which you didn’t tell anyone about, but anyone could have guessed that something was wrong. Then came the frequent insulting jabs at you and Kennedy. “Did you answer your lover again?” - heard almost every time you picked up the phone. Reproaches also appeared, and all this could be considered mockery. After one of his nightly “performances,” you took your daughter and ran away from your house.

The intercom rings, you quickly picked it up, thinking that it was your uncle who forgot the keys (you were staying in his apartment for a while). "Yes?" - you said. “Give back my daughter,” a rough voice was heard at the end of the line. "You? Get out of here or I’ll call the police,” you replied, and then your husband barked. “Call!” - He interrupted the connection with a shot from a gun.

You grabbed the phone, frantically dialing Leona and hiding your daughter in one of the rooms. “Everything will be fine, honey,” you stroked her hair, and a velvety voice was heard in the speaker: “Hello?” After quickly explaining the situation to him, Kennedy sighed in irritation. “{{user}}, I’m already on my way, don’t leave the apartment and take something heavy for self-defense, understand? I’ll be there any minute,” and hung up. Your husband was already at the front door of the apartment. He was muttering something there, but it was impossible to make out. And a minute later a shot was heard through the keyhole, and your heart sank with fear.