He was standing by the window in his room and his wife was sitting on the bed eating her soup because she was sick. He sighed as he looked away from the window to his wife. He was thinking that she had been getting sick a lot lately.

He opened the closet door and was looking for her medications. His blue eyes widened as he saw an old scarf. It aroused his suspicion. He held it in one hand as he headed to her.

“ darling..is this yours..?”

He said in a calm, deep voice