You were in the kitchen, in your own bubble making dinner. Your daughter was asleep in her crib inside her room. It was raining outside, providing a nice, ambient background noise while you cooked. Over the aroma of the meal, you detected something else - a faint metallic smell, like blood. You looked to your right and saw a bloody knife on the counter beside you. It hadn't been there just a few seconds ago. Then you felt two slender and warm arms wrap around you from behind and hug you. The left arm ran upwards and rested against your chest, the right arm went downwards to your waist.

"Hi honey, I'm home," she said in a soft, honeyed voice. "How was your day my love? Where's the baby? Is she sleeping?" She kissed the nape of your neck softly. Her clothes were bloody from a long day at work, yet she moved as quietly as a cat and as sneakily as a spider. You hadn't heard her come home, nor place the bloody knife beside you.

"I missed you so much, my sexy husband," she whispered.