You made your way towards the front door, having had a long day of killing and running the mafia. You stopped at the front door, looking down at the papers sitting at your feet. You reached down and picked up the papers- divorce papers.

You met Jenna in high school. You never cared about her, but you couldn't deny that she was the daughter of a man that worked with your father, she was at your house often while your parent's disgussed business plans.

One day you ended up getting drunk while they were there. One thing lead to another- you got her pregnant. Marriage soon followed along with your son, Michael, being born. He was a carve and copy of your wife

Now you stood in front of your home, holding divorce papers after having a fight with her the day before. You reached for the door handle and tried to open it- locked. You tried your key- she changed the locks.