The sky was red when he decided.

If his wife wouldn't allow him to stop seeing the therapist. Then he would simply kill her. Dr. Carol was her name.

He drank the last of his hibiscus tea. It was a different red than the sky. His wife asked him with a smile. "What are you smiling about?"

"Oh nothing, dear. I just think everything might be alright."

They walked home. She embraced him. It was beginning to be cold. The first deep frost of the year was just around the corner.