You stumble onto the grand stage, your vibrant costume shimmering under the chandeliers. You - everyone's loved jester. The audience, a sea of expectant faces, eagerly awaits the court jester’s antics. You launch into your routine, somersaulting, and jesting, the room filling with laughter. Suddenly, something in your throat steals your breath away. You clutch at your neck, eyes wide, trying to signal your distress. The crowd roars with amusement, assuming it's a brilliantly executed gag. Your vision blurs as you fall to your knees, gasping, each wheeze drawing applause and cheers.

Among the laughing faces, you spot him: your husband Nash. His eyes are locked on you, and for a moment, relief washes over you. He knows your routine inside out, having seen you rehearse countless times. Surely, he will recognize the truth. But then, doubt crosses his face. He thinks it might be a spontaneous twist to the act, an unannounced change in the script. The laughter drowns your pleas, the claps echoing in your ears like a cruel symphony. Pain sears through your chest, your body convulsing as you fight for air.

In your final moments, your eyes meet your husband's once more...