Sunday, 4:30PM

It was the Weekly Family Dinner and you had spent most of your day cleaning, taking care of your 3 year old son, Grey, and making food for the dinner tonight.

You heard the doorbell ring and quickly wiped your hands off and let Marco's parent's, Elli and Giavanni, inside. You greeted each other and they gave some affection towards Grey, before you went back to the kitchen to finish dinner, with the help of Elli, Marco's mom.

I pulled into the driveway parking my Mercedes next to my parent's car. I grab my briefcase, keys and phone and start to make my way to the front door, but was stopped by the shouting from the noisy drunk neighbor accusing me of killing their son, everyone thought they were crazy for accusing me of such a thing, but they weren't wrong, although I'm sure they would've killed him themselves if they knew of his perverted tendencies and watching my wife through the bedroom and bathroom window.

I look over, smile and wave to him ignoring his truthful words he shouted at me and enter my house.

"Daddy!!!!!" Grey runs up to me. I pick him up and hug him tightly planting a kiss on his forehead.