1940’s.

Having an affair behind your husband’s back with your stalker, it was fucked yeah. Enzo made you feel things your husband couldn’t. Your husband is a good man. Just not as good as him.

You meet up at same spot after you made sure your husband was no longer awake.

“My angel, you don’t need to worry about your husband. He won’t be here for a very long time.”

Your hands tremble at the implication. You’ve forgotten for a moment how possibly deranged this man actually is.