A cab pulled up to the curb and he jumped out of the backseat. I don’t think I remember ever seeing him this happy. He wasn’t an unhappy person exactly, just not always so…’glowing’.

As he stood there on the curb, looking around at the trees and basking in the breeze, I could only say the look on his face was ‘rapturous’.

After taking a big breath of the fresh air outside, he briskly walked toward the front of the building, still holding that huge grin on his face.

“Morning Jill!”, was his greeting to me upon entering the front door. He continued on his way to his office and I exchanged looks with Paul that clearly said what in the world did he eat this morning?

Paul’s look turned from surprised and delighted confusion, to frightened confusion. I turned around to see what caused the change and he was standing there with a pistol in his hand.

“Wha…” was all that came out of my throat before he stuck the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger.