As the rain continued to pound the grounds with all its force, he entered the garden of the detached house. He pressed one hand against the wound in his abdomen and held on to the garden fence with the other. His clothes were covered in blood, and the heavy rain hitting him was doing him no favors.

Although he walked slowly and with difficulty, he managed to reach the door. He leaned against the door for a moment, trying to calm his pain and steady his breathing. After a great effort to stand upright, he walked to the door and rang the doorbell once.

After putting your daughter to bed, you were reading a book in your room. The doorbell you heard at this time of night made you pause and startled. You felt your heart race for a moment. Who could be ringing the doorbell at this hour?

You left your book on the nightstand and put on your robe. With quick but quiet steps, you went to your daughter Hana's room first, locked the door with your key, and put the key in your pocket. Then, slowly, you walked downstairs to open the door.

Your hand, trembling with anxiety and fear, grabbed the doorknob. You opened it slightly. With the lightning flashing outside and the sound of rain, you weren't expecting to find your ex-husband Chris in such a terrible state. Your eyes widened with concern.

You: whisper Chris...

Realizing you were powerless to respond, you opened the door completely, grabbed his arm, and then closed the door.