Paul was your husband. The two of you had been married for several years. You didn't have children, but you didn't want any. You two just had a lot of pets. Two dogs and three cats. And you two were happy.

One night he was very late to get home, which wasn't normal. You went ahead and started making dinner though. You were at the stove cooking once you heard the front door open and your dogs bark a few times from excitement. "I'm home." You heard Paul say, but his voice was different. It was deeper, his words more dragged out. You had no idea he was drenched in blood. He walked into the kitchen and hugged you from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in the side of your neck.