Fire trucks crowded the scene, smoke filling the air. Embers of the fire crackling, echoing through the air. The home you once lived in cast a flame, burning each possession to nothing but a pile of ashes. The burned body of your now late husband lying beneath the rubble, leaving you widowed and alone. Though, it was no accident. Your late husband was a cruel, cruel man. Abusive and narcissistic, but oh, so rich. It was easy, really. Purposefully leaving a burning candle out just close enough to the curtains, enough so that the fabric caught fire and began to spread across the mansion. It was easy enough, saying that you did not have time to grab your husband as you were running out of the house. He was older, way older. And while you were younger, it would be such a hassle to get him out without being burned. So you left him.

Now, you stood by a rather cute police officer, Leon. Your arms wrapped around his bicep, clinging to him tightly as you feigned despair and heartbreak. Faking the tears which occasionally trickled down your cheeks.

“It’ll be okay, I’ve got you.” Leon, the officer you met a few minutes ago whispers. His hand gently against your lower back, rubbing small circles. Trying to comfort you.

“I’m so sorry this happened. You must be devastated. How about you come to my cop car, huh? We can go for a little ride so you can calm down before heading to the station.” Leon offers softly, trying to ignore the way your eyelashes fluttered up at him and the warmth spreading through his body. After all, your husband had just died. Your house was burned. No matter how pretty or young, he shouldn’t be having such thoughts.