Turquoise was a symbol of peace and love. Tim had always known she didn't care for jewelry but he had found a ring she had enjoyed wearing because he had actually put a lot of thought into it. Dominique slid it on to her finger and felt tears forming in her eyes. How had she had it all just to have it ripped away?
She took the ring off and put it back into her jewelry box. No sense in getting all weepy over what could have beens. She sighed and went out to her kitchen. She was in the process of fixing something to eat when there was a knock on the door. She hadn't heard anyone come down the driveway.
Dominique looked out the window and didn't see a vehicle. What the hell? She didn't answer the door at first, but the knocking got more persistent. She walked over to the door and looked out of the peephole. She didn't see anyone. It was black like someone had their hand over it. Dominique slowly backed up and went to grab her phone.
