Stephanie Richards admired her small, clean kitchen. With the baby soon to be born, it was nice to relax a minute and prepare for the future.
Stephanie woke up to see her husband Steve standing in front of her, smiling.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Sorry; I guess I was,” she replied, holding her hand out to him.
Steve took her hand and sat down next to her. “It’s fine,” he stated. “You’re fighting for two people these days, it’s bound to wear you out.” He kissed her cheek.
Stephanie smiled. “Yes but that doesn’t mean I can abandon my husband,” she said.
“I’d find you if you did, trust me,” Steve replied. “But dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”
“Oh, you made dinner?” Stephanie asked, delighted. “Thanks.”
The two sat down to a quite meal and caught up on their day.
A few week later, Steve entered the hospital room and looked at his three-hour old son. “Sorry I’m late; traffic these days,” he stated.
Stephanie smiled. “He looks just like you,” she stated.
Steve smiled at his son. “My life has begun to change again,” he stated.
* * * *
Steve sighed to himself as he walked out the back door at the office two years later. “Another long day and nothing to show for it,” he muttered. “And the mortgage is due, too,” he added, opening the car door.
Steve turned to see the barrel of a pistol in his face, a masked man on the opposite end of the gun. “Give me your money—and if you move, I’ll shoot you,” the man ordered.
Steve slowly moved for his wallet. “Here, take it,” he stated, handing his wallet over.
The man took the wallet. “Good. Sorry, no witnesses; bad for business.”
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots rang out as bullets hit Steve in the chest and stomach. Collapsing to the ground, Steve looked up at his attacker. “Why?” he sputtered.
“Because I ain’t going to jail—and you’re the only witness here,” the man growled, before delivering a final shot to Steve’s head.
The next morning there was a knock on the door of the Richards house. Stephanie opened to find Detective Miller standing there with a somber look on his face.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked nervously.
“Mrs. Richards?” the detective stated, “I’m sorry to tell you, your husband’s been found shot at his office.”
“What? No, it can’t be,” Stephanie began to panic. “He didn’t come in last night but I thought he was working late; he’s been shot?”
“I’m sorry,” Detective Miller stated.
Emotion overtook Stephanie as she began sobbing violently. Her life was falling apart.
“We’re doing everything we can, but the killer was masked; it may take a while,” the detective stated.
“You have to find him,” Stephanie said through gritted teeth. “So I can see him fall.”
“I’ll do the best I can,” Detective Miller assured her.
The family had a quite funeral, placing Steve’s grave near his mother’s as was his request.
“I’ll get him, Steve,” Stephanie vowed as she stood by the grave. “I’ll see the man who killed you behind bars before I die; I promise.”