He closed the front door as the blue sedan drove out of the driveway. The driver had taken his heart and stabbed it to death right in front of him, Waltz breathed slowly as he looked down at his hands, he slowly reached for his wedding ring. His forty-year relationship over, his thirty-year marriage over.

Waltz struggled to twist his wedding ring off, he could feel the ache of his ring finger as he continued to struggle to twist the ring off.

He sighed as he gave up trying to get the ring off.

Waltz jumped slightly as he heard his home phone ring, he ignored it as he stood alone in his lounge room.

"Waltz, It's Judith. How's the book going? Any chance of getting a read soon?" Her voice spoke through his answering machine.

Waltz sighed as he felt the weight of the world drop itself against his shoulders.

It was only 9am.

Waltz wasn't in the mood to write.

He hadn't touched any new material in what Judith said Waltz, it's been forever. Can't remember the last time I saw something new.

It wasn't his fault that his real life was falling apart, maybe it actually was his fault.

Waltz had spent the better half of the first year feeling like he was the worst husband in the world as his wife spent days feeling neglected because her husband would rather his computer than her, she knew what she got into when they meet. She had promised she'd help support his career but now the time had come that she had no interest in staying by the side of a writer, particularly a writer who primarily spent late nights researching ways to murder someone from the comfort of his home office.