The cell phone rang for the tenth time in the last five minutes, but again Graham let it go to voicemail. Lorena had cheated on him, so he really didn’t feel like listening to her. As he sat there though, he began to feel a bit guilty. Graham didn’t like to act impulsively. It was usually bad for business, and Graham was a planner. He decided to give her a chance and play the latest voicemail.
“Graham, I screwed up, but he didn’t mean anything to me. Would it kill you to answer your phone?”
Graham put on his ear defenders and sighted in on Lorena through her kitchen window. She held out her cell phone then put it to her ear. Graham’s phone began to ring again. “He meant something to me,” he muttered, “and it won’t kill me.” Graham breathed out and pulled the trigger. Lorena’s head exploded sending the cell phone flying. “But it did kill you,” he said. He took off his ear defenders and walked calmly out of the abandoned house, dropping a match as he closed the door.
The flames climbed high into the night as Graham drove away, turning his heart to ash.