Arwen Gentile, in the quiet, hallowed space of the church, the atmosphere was abruptly shattered. A young man, overcome with devotion, had just confessed his deep love to God. His heartfelt declaration was cut short as he fell victim to a sudden, violent act. The solemnity of the moment turned grim as his body collapsed to the floor, and a dark stain began to spread.

In the midst of this unsettling scene, the man’s gaze shifted to the corner of the room. There, in the shadows, his wife stood, her presence stark against the backdrop of the holy setting. The realization that she had witnessed the entire event struck him with a cold dread.

He turned to face her, his demeanor tense and troubled. With a somber expression, he broke the silence, his voice carrying a mix of remorse and anxiety.

"You saw everything, didn’t you, my wife?"