“Hello may I take your order?” a woman asked me.
I was in the drive through at the Wendy’s just down the street from my house. It wasn’t one of the best looking Wendy’s, what with it’s stained walls and the burnt out “W” on the sign, but I was hungry and it was what my wife was craving.
My wife was eight months pregnant at the time, carrying my first daughter. I couldn’t be more excited to become a father.
“Can I get two bacon cheese burger meals, one with a coke, one with a ice tea? And a large frosty,” I shouted into the speaker.
I waited to hear the woman repeat what I had ordered, like they always did. Two minutes passed and I was about to repeat my order when the woman started talking to someone else.
“What happened?” the woman asked.
“Her husband isn’t home. She said he was at a friends,” the man answered. The man had the deepest voice I had ever heard.
“Oh so did you do it?”
“I’m going to let you guess,” he answered with a chuckle.
“You did it,” the woman laughed.
“Yeah and she was pregnant so it was a two in one.”
“Oh extra points. So what are you at then?” the woman sneered.
“Fifteen, give or take a few,” the man answered with another chuckle.
“Ah well we’re tied then. Draw breaker is the husband okay?”
“Wonderful. I already have a head start though.”
“Oh and what’s that?” the woman asked and coughed.
“I already have the house key.”
Silence followed after that and I took the silence as my chance to get away. And go home. I had absolutely no idea what the couple was talking about, but just by the tone of their voices, it didn’t sound pretty.
After a short drive, I was home. Weirdly my lights were off and the screen door was wide open. It was already dark outside and the street lights were on, which added to the mood.
As I slowly opened my car door I had the feeling to get back in the car and drive away as fast as I could. Then I remembered my wife and unborn child were inside waiting for me. I was sure my wife would get upset about not bringing home food, but I would explain to her the conversation I over heard.
Once I opened the door and stepped inside my house, I didn’t hear the regular welcome I usually got from the wife. This worried me.
I walked farther into the house, not flicking on the lights, too afraid of what I would find.
Finally I made it to the bathroom and noticed the light was on inside. I slowly opened the door to find my wife lying on the ground, not moving. On her chest was a note that read:
“Your next.”
