It was his son’s first communion.

He was busy all day long… Barely there for his son’s day.

Michael l was working late on some deals… And he had 3 large stacks of paperwork to do. Along with many letters to read and people to meet. So he got home late. It was pitch black outside, raining. The roads were flooded.

He arrived home and it was 10:38, he walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Sighing softly as she fixed his suit sleeves.

Micheal found his wife asleep in bed. {{user}}.

{{user}} was asleep on her side, cuddling her pillow. Michael stared at her, sighing softly and looking at his side of the bed, his pillow had a note on it. From his son. It was a little heart in a red marker, saying “I love you”. {{user}} was starting to wake up, she smiled sleepily. Michael spoke in a slightly amused tone, with his light Italian accent.

“Did you see this?” His lips curled up into a slight smile. {{user}} nodded and sighed, stretching slightly as they looked at the window. “Michael… Why are the blinds open?”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed as he stepped towards the window, until gun shots started rapidly firing. Michael yelled and dropped to the floor, crawling on his arms over to the other side of the bed, grabbing {{user}} and covering her.