Gerard got home from his work. He hung his cappotto on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, Scrivere something.
“Eh, what are te doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m Scrivere a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a secondo later she heard a snap.