Getting Home
By 9 PM, Martin got home on account of his speeding. He rushed up the stairs taking two at a time to get to his front door. With shaky hands, he opened the door with this key and barged in.
He called his wife’s name, but there was no answer. He rushed upstairs to the bedroom, where he saw the door ajar. He slowly opened it but dropped to his knees when he saw what was going on.
In order to protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.