Dark coming home to you, smile wide as you open the door to the home he bought “Darling. I’m home” he smiles, kissing your cheek but you stop him, the red rose he bought you (as he does every night) clearly has blood on it, you look behind him to see his shaking limo driver “I had to take him to work with me today, to get home on time to make you a nice dinner I had planned” while you go up to him, paying for a therapist “Oh darling I do wish you’d leave them, M will wipe his memory tomorrow”