CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
The house was dark and lifeless since Nancy packed up and moved to her sister’s. Thomas sat in his soft velvet-covered chair staring at the wall. His thoughts were all about how much he missed his wife, and wished things hadn’t turned out so badly for them.
Sipping on his fifth glass of red wine, and daydreaming of good days past, he became melancholy. Taking another sip, his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. The stress was beginning to take its toll on his health.
His eyes widened, as he now heard the old spring-loaded kitchen door at the rear of his house open and then close. As his heart soared, he couldn’t contain himself, “Nancy?! Nancy darling?!” He leaned forward, as if to stand up, but stopped when she walked into the living room and turned on the ceiling light. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the sudden flash of illumination.
Stunned, to say the very least, was his first reaction as she pointed the revolver at him. Gently sitting on the sofa which was only a few feet from him, she sighed and shook her head slowly.
Leaning back, he now regrouped and steadied himself, “Could you really shoot me? After all…”
Bang!