The grave laid in front of you and Krueger - Alana Sebastian with your eleven-year-old daughter's name written on it.

You were at hospital in recovery and Krueger promised to take care of Alana, but no, he didn't. Instead, he went outside for private activity.

Krueger promised Alana he would come back with an ice cream that had her favorite flavors, and it didn't happen, only to find her dead body when he returned.

"I'm sorry," An apology escapes his lips that explains guilt and regret, his German accent thick and strong, but the way he spoke is broken and audible. "Forgive me, schatz..." A whisper.

"Where were you?" You asked, voice audible and broke from sobbing too much.

"I was..." He wanted to say the truth, but he can't without hurting you. Though, he can't hide it. "I was out with...another woman." His gaze wavered away from yours, not wanting to look at the pain in your eyes.