Upon arrival at his residence, Harry was once again greeted by a silent atmosphere throughout the house. His wife waited for him to fall asleep on the living room sofa. His eyebrows lowered, in fact he really missed his wife all day. Every time he commits a murder, he rarely spends time with his wife.
Slowly he squatted in front of his wife, took off his jacket then covered her body as he could. Imagining the insulting words that Gerald said, Harry couldn't bear to imagine it. His right hand spontaneously touched his wife's soft forehead.
"I'm home, Claudia."
"I know you're home," said Claudia with a sweet smile that surprised Harry.
"You didn't sleep?"
Claudia shook her head, her right hand slowly caressing her husband's soft cheek. "I want to make sure you get home safely so I can sleep well."