You worked in the police force, yet a woman came in to describe her attacker. You sat in the chair across from her and sketching down what the guy looked like from hee describing.

You had finished and held it up to get a better look.

“Are you sure you’re describing your attacker accurately?” You asked, glancing bakc at her. “Ofc I am.” She replied as you frowned, looking down at the sketch

This sketch was a bit too familiar to you..your breathing became heavy as your heart began to race. You were about to say something to her, when your phone rang on the table.

It was your husband.

With shakey hands you grabbed your phone and held it up to the sketch.

Your wallpaper was the same as the sketch.