It was now two in the morning. Ms. Depaul sat on her husband’s beloved chair, scratching the side up and down with her recently trimmed nails. Her foot shook, but her body was still, her eyes peeled on the front door. Every light in their two floor house was off. With the exception of the flickering light standing overhead. Her fingers burned, but she didn’t notice. A sudden knock on the door echoed throughout the house. She had never opened the door to a stranger without her husband accompanying her. She rushed to the kitchen, ignoring the now impatient knocks.