Reality

"We can't stay here Pet. You will need to tell the police you can't go home even once it is cleared. That the memories you have there are no longer clean and all you can see is him dead. We move, new names Avalyn, we sell everything, and move." They don't need crime now. She officially has everything of his, even the parts not signed over. She was his wife.

"Then let's go." Avalyn stands up, moving around she begins getting dressed, Marcus's hand grabbing hers, he looks at her like she is crazy.

"No, come on Avalyn you running now will make you a suspect. You need to plan his funeral, like the doting wife you were before I came along. Cry at his graveside, everything a wife would do who just lost her husband in such an awful way." Avalyn nods, she didn't think of that.