With a bang, the door swung abruptly open.
She stood in the open doorway and said, ”I’m home.”
He leaned against the wall. “I missed you.”
“I know,” she said. “But I didn’t miss you.”
“I know,” he said, clutching his heart as his handgun fell from his blood-soaked fingers.
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Categories: Standalones. Tags: blood, handgun, I'm home, missed you.