When I First Walked In...

       When I walked through the front door of our apartment this 
day, this is what I saw. I heard other things, things that turned 
what I had seen into utter horror. But, this is what I first saw.

       I knew, already, who was "behind the door." That really didn't
matter, at this point. It was the look on her face that led to every-
thing else that happened.