perplexed

They lived in the suburbs where there were mountains with green pastures.
Two prominent people who were known for their occupations that held titles of leadership in their community.
He a successful surgeon in a cancer unit and she a powerful judge.
Their name alone regularly mentioned in one of the most popular magazines would indicate that “Armand and Antoinette Davis” were hobnobbing with the latest celebrities.
It was a warm summer day in the middle of July and Antoinette loved Saturdays, for she knew she had the house to herself.
Armand was working his second shift and was due home in just enough time for a quick shower where they would be attending the Montefiore Cancer Survivors Ball.
As Antoinette was preparing her attire for the evening she heard the phone ring.
Oddly enough it was her husband.
He simply indicated he was running late and that she should go on to the function without him.
While en route to the affair she decided to take an alternate route due to a terrible traffic back up on the highway.
From what she could see a car was turned over up in flames causing traffic to exit.
Her cell phone rang.
It was Armando stating although he was running late, to be assured he was on his way shortly.
When Antoinette arrived to the building several colleagues approached her mortified with news, that her husband was killed in a fatal car wreck on his way to the party.
Antoinette went numb.
A few moments later several police men approached and notified her that her husband was dead upon arrival.
He was rushed to the hospital after his car collided with a gas tanker on the local high way. Without realizing it Antoinette fainted.
The next thing she knew, she woke up in her bed with her mother's gentle caressing informing her that her worst thoughts were true: Armando was gone.
She whispered to her mother that she just wanted to sleep and her mother said that she would be in the next room if she needed her.
Several moments later Antoinette heard the phone ringing non stop and she could not understand why her mother was not answering the phone.
Finally she picked up the phone.
A familiar voice on the other line replied “Honey, I am on my way home.”
Quickly she hung up the phone.
Her heart was beating fast, and there it was the phone was ringing again.
Slowly she reached and she picked it up.
The voice on the other end whispered “I am at the front door. Can you please open the door for me?”
She hung up the phone and summoned her mother.
There was no response.
Suddenly there were foot steps coming up from the basement, now coming closer toward her bedroom.
Quickly she locked the door.
While yelping for her mother she realized there were noises from the bathroom.
She jumped into her bed and pulled the blankets over her head.
She thought she felt something heavy laying next to her body.
She reached over to turn on the light and was shocked to realize it was her husband.
She screamed until she lost her voice and finally passed out.
While at the burial Antoinette she came to the harsh reality that she really was all alone.
Several days had passed.
While at the burial Antoinette came to the cruel reality that Armand was gone.
She had imagined that he had come to her that night in the bedroom in her dreams through fear. While days turned into weeks all Antoinette could think of was the feeling of her husband's body laying next to her.
She decided to face her fears and visit him at the grave sight.
As she parked her car in the parking lot, down the narrowing path that led to his tombstone she noticed a blanket draped neatly over the stone.
She came to realize that it was not an ordinary blanket, it was the blanket from their bed.
The realization of it all was so frightening that she dropped the blanket.
Seconds later her cell phone rang.
She reached into her purse for her cell phone.
As she raised the phone to her ear, that familiar voice on the other line whispered “Turn around.”