Epilogue

Dahlia

Dahlia woke up because she heard the sound of her alarm clock; she turned around and immediately went out of her room.

Wait— why is she already in her room? Wasn't she in the living room last night? Did she sleepwalk, or maybe... she looked at her husband's room, walked closer to it, peeked inside, took a deep breath, and saw him sleeping in his bed.

'Did he move her to her room?' she thought.

Dahlia smiled; her husband still cared for her, meaning he still loved her.

But, her smile faded away, remembering where exactly he had gone last night and when he came home. She went downstairs to make him breakfast because he would wake up soon.

After getting ready, she looked at the clock on their wall. Dahlia was suddenly surprised because it was seven o'clock. Travis is already late for his job. She's really dead!

She ran to Travis' room and entered his door, panting.

"Love, wake up! You're going to be late!" she shouted.

"What the hell, Dahlia! You're so noisy!" He covered hi