When Lon got home, he put his briefcase on the kitchen counter, unbuttoned his vest and threw it on the living room couch, and ate the dinner Allie had prepared for him. It was cold, as always, but surprisingly different from what she usually prepared for him. She normally gave him some corn and chicken and maybe some rice if she was in a good enough mood to prepare it, but today, she had prepared his favorite meal. Lon ate and went up the stairs to go to bed.

Allie wasn't in bed when Lon arrived into the bedroom.

"Allie," yelled Lon. "Allie… where are you?"

Lon didn't hear a response, so he tried again. His heart stopped when he saw a note on Allie's side of the bed, on her pillow. He turned on the bedroom light, and read the note. After reading it, he took a deep breath, lied on the bed, and turned off the light.