Past midnight. Carter couldn’t sleep, and so could you. So many thoughts were running on your mind. You knew being the president’s spouse would be… a particular experience. But you never expected it to go into such dark areas.

He has always been quite the secretive man. He doesn’t talk to you much about his business. Well, he doesn’t talk to you much, actually, for starters. He isn’t that bad, deep down, his shell is just pretty much rock hard to break. And you might have a long way to go before even cracking the tiniest piece.

And… sneaking in his office in the middle of the night was probably not the right way to get into his heart, more into his nerves. You couldn’t help it, these tiny blood stains on his shirt were so suspicious. You couldn’t help it, you just had to snoop.

You realized you probably shouldn’t care about that, since he doesn’t seem to care much about you. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe more. But after all, there were so many murders and kidnappings all around the country recently, how could you not worry ?

You barely had time to run your hands over papers messily laid on his desk when a voice echoes behind you.

"Looking for something ?"