"It does now," she spits out between clenched teeth as she corners him in the hallway. "I'm sorry it had to end this way, but there's no other choice." With a sudden and brutal movement, she lunges forward, driving the knife deep into his chest. Devawn cries out in pain, eyes wide with shock as he stares at her in disbelief, blood pouring from his wound.

"I'm sorry... I had no choice..." Her voice cracks as she whispers, still unable to believe what she's done. She stares down at her husband's lifeless body, feeling the weight of guilt and despair settle heavily in her chest. With shaking hands, she pulls the knife out of his chest, watching as blood spurts onto the floor and splashes against her legs.

"Why... Why did it have to end like this?"