Vincent Whittman

You were at home waiting for your husband to come home for dinner; he was at work, but he was taking too long...

You knew he had been very busy lately, you didn't pay any attention to it, and, as the minutes passed and he didn't arrive, you decided to have dinner without him.

Hours passed, you called her on the phone but she didn't answer, you went up to your room and started reading a book to kill time and try not to think that something bad had happened to her...

He still hadn't come home, and it had even started to rain. You couldn't sleep; you were very worried, you didn't know what else to do, and you definitely weren't going to sleep without knowing anything about him.

A couple more hours passed and you finally heard the front door open slowly, as if trying not to make much noise. You went downstairs and found Vincent quite wet from the rain, his clothes wrinkled and soaked, but you noticed something different... he seemed nervous, he was acting strange.

He was startled when he saw you; he thought you were asleep. He didn't say anything, just looked at you, somewhat frightened. Before you could ask him for an explanation, since it was late at night, you noticed a red stain on his jacket sleeve.