Yes

John nodded, his mouth dry. "Got it."

Without another word, Michelle turned and stormed back towards the house, leaving John standing by his car, shaken and breathless. He climbed into the driver's seat, his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel. As he drove away, his mind was a blur of guilt, fear, and the realization that his life had just taken a turn for the worse.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing the house fade into the distance. The enormity of what he'd done settled heavily on his shoulders, and he knew there was no easy way out of this mess.