He opened the bedroom closet door then shuffled the clothes to one side. The stained aroma of her pomegranate perfume was evident on her blouses. Was that the perfume he’d sent her or was this a different brand?
He moved into the closet and nestled into his hiding spot. He was going to surprise her. He loved surprises. He held the shiny object tightly within his grip and waited. She was off work at 7PM and it was 7:12PM.
The creaking of the living room door and the clash of keys reported her return. He grew anxious as her footsteps approached her bedroom. After the restraining order, he realized she didn’t want him like he wanted her. But if he couldn’t have her, no one would. It was when she closed the bedroom door behind her that he sprang from the closet with the shiny knife in hand…