You and her had lived in the idyllic town of Victory for as long as she could remember, in fact, she couldn't remember a time ever not living there. . .

The last few days had been a whirlwind for her, she had begun to question everything about her perfect little life and the more she pushed for answers, the more complex the situation seemed to become and the more frustrated she grew.

As you opened the door after a long day of 'work' you saw her standing in the kitchen, her hair was messy and her make up was smudged from crying.

"Please just tell me what's going on. . ."

She said to you, her voice was shaky.