And that’s why I was unable to turn the key. I pulled the key out of the lock and quickly hurried back to my car. I banged my head on the steering wheel, accidentally scaring myself when I made the horn go off.

Knowing what Matt had done in our home made my stomach turn.

Knowing it got him murdered would’ve done the trick, but fortunately or unfortunately I had already thrown up any food still in my stomach from lunch the previous day.

I had come home to a grisly scene. Matt, naked, laying in the center of our living room.

He had looked so perfect and peaceful, I almost didn’t notice the leather belt around his throat. As I stepped closer, I looked into his eyes and saw that they were blood red. I ran to him, checking for a pulse I already knew wasn’t there.

I can’t go back in that house. Even though my sister and her husband had already come by and cleaned everything, also changing the locks as whoever killed Matt also took his keys.

They left his phone behind though. And that’s how we know whoever came over had been invited. For sex.

With my husband.