Layla looked at the file in front of her, which was her husband's case. She bit her tongue as she thought of that night. She walked into her house and found him dead on their couch. Layla groaned and pushed her curly black hair out of her face. She picked up the file and opened it. Seeing the images of him again ached. She wished that she was there to help him. She read over the case again but did not find a lead. But there was a key taped to the file. She grabbed it and then got up. "I'm going on break." She told her partner, David. David looked up from his cup of coffee and nodded.
"Ok." He replied, then sipped his coffee. Layla walked off, not realizing that one of her co-workers was watching her. Layla stepped out of the police station and went to her car. Once she got in her car, she drove to her old home, The home where her lover had died. It pained her to see the overgrown weeds cover the porch. She bit her tongue before leaving the car and walking towards the porch. Opening the dirty door, she couldn't see anything but darkness. The house smelled so bad that she gagged and almost threw up. She tried her best to hold the vomit down, but it didn't help. She threw up right on the porch. Tears filled her eyes from the smell.
She walked inside the house and pulled out her phone before turning on the flashlight. She walked towards the living room, where she found her ex-husband. "I'm sorry." She whispered before looking for the room where the key was supposed to go. She made her way to the room, opened the door, walked in, and looked around; a trail of liquid led her to one of the walls. A sentence on the walls said it knew what happened to her husband. Layla's eyes widened as she read it. She took a deep breath. Who the fuck knew what happened to her husband? Her mind rushed as she thought. It's been a year since Dan died, and no one saw the key in the file. The case was seen as closed when there were no leads.