There were police sirens and ambulances everywhere around their home. Michelle exited her car and rushed over to the body of her new husband. Mark lay there, his limp body on the stretcher. He could barely talk to her so she did not know what was happening.
"Excuse me miss, are you related to this man?" one of the police officers said to her.
"In a way yes, I am his wife," she responded.
"Can you please come with me?" he asked.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Just come with me," he said
Michelle kept looking over her shoulder with a strong worried feeling.
"So officer, tell me what is going on," Michelle said worriedly.
"I do not know how to tell you this but someone tried to kill him," the officer said in a soft voice.
"What! Kill? Who?" she said frantically.
"We do not know but we will search the house for fingerprints. We need you to come down to the police station to fill out a report and questioning. Is their anyone you can stay with while we investigate?" the officer asked.
"Yeah I do. Is he gonna be ok?" she asked.
"Were not sure but you can visit him in the hospital tomorrow."
"I cannot believe someone would try to do this," Michelle thought to herself. "Who is after him?"
She sat on the edge of the street and started to cry.