She arrived later at the house and knocked on the front door, forcing herself to be still and to seem calm. It took everything in her body to make her return home. She knew what she had seen, but she didn't understand it. It would be best if she acts like she never did see it at all, she told herself. When her husband Mike opened the door, she knew she was deceiving herself. Nothing in the world would make her unsee that scene. Quickly making her way inside before he notices her expression -as that was a very good skill her husband had- she took calm and measured steps, trying to seem normal.

"I'm so sorry honey. I took my time. I was actually on the way home but I decided to go to the park, you know to receive some fresh air."

"Naah. It's okay. I'm just coming back home anyway." She was just thinking he was a liar when she noticed what he was wearing. That wasn't what he was wearing the time he murdered Ana. He was dressed casually, in faded blue jeans and a black shirt that did right to showcase the ripped muscles of his arms. What he wore now, made him look like he actually was...