Installment number 5

That night Kelly came to me. I told her I was sorry. She said that it was alright, that I had made a mistake, but that she didn't mind, if only I'd come home. I told her that I knew there was no home left to go to. She told me that our house would always be my home while she was in it. I told her that she wasn't in it; that she was on a cold slab in a morgue. She told me that, if I would only come home, she would find a way to be there for me.