It was so strange being back to the place that held so many memories. The old house was in a little bit worse shape than expected - dust and cobwebs everywhere. It took almost whole day to tidy everything up. After the work was finished, Jamie sat on Anon’s lap.

“Honey, what do you say we go upstairs to your old room and recreate some scenes that happened there between us?”

Sound of a doorbell interrupted Jamie’s proposal.

“Who the hell…” Jamie muttered, walked to the front door and swang it open

Stella and Tom were standing at the porch of the house. Stella looked as arrogant as ever. Tom, however, looked much smaller, paler and… afraid?

“Jamie, darling! It’s so nice to see you again! We’ve heard that there was someone new moving in across the street. What a pleasant surprise!” Stella said, then she noticed Anon sitting on the couch behind Jamie.

“Who is that… handsome giant behind you?” Stella whispered while staring at Anon’s body

“What do you mean “who is that”? That’s Anon, my husband.” Jamie responded, putting an emphasis on the word “husband”

“Oh my…” Stella said.

Tom didn’t say anything. He just stood there, shaken and clearly afraid of his wife.