Twenty-Two

"I'm home, sweetie," Harris shouted from the doorway, kicking off his boots and entering the house. He was smiling, as he usually did when he got home to his lovely wife. However, the smile fell off his face, and he froze upon seeing the mess. Heather didn't reply. All he heard was absolute silence. Harris, in a state of panic, searched everywhere, constantly calling her name, "Heather!"