your husband was never the type to lose his control, unless it was an extremely serious situation.

at the moment, you were in the room, playing with the kitten he had..he was coming home from work, and he must have been speeding. his location was moving kinda fast. after a moment, you heard keys downstairs and a door slam..was he home?

“bambolla?” yup. that was his voice..he always called her names in Italian