Monica boldly pushed her way through the crowd of women milling outside the club. For months she'd been one of them. Standing on the outside night after night knowing she'd never be let inside.

Tonight was different.

She walked straight up to the bouncer. She held out her hand. In her palm was her husband's wedding ring. There was still a drop of blood crusting on the side of it. The bouncer smiled at her and unhooked the velvet rope. She stepped aside. There was a buzz as Monica went inside.

How they envied her! Perhaps one night they'd have the guts to pull the trigger.