Later that day, We had gotten out of our limo earlier, so that he could say Goodnight to our son. Instead something immense happened that night. As We Were walking the same man Who received the aughtograph earlier was standing there. As We continued walking down the long walls of our apartment the man pulled out a gun. He fired five shots only two hitting him. All you could here Were the gunshots and my screaming. The police quickly came knowing Who was shot. They arrested the man Who has No remorse at all for What he did. He thought by killing one with much fame would give him the fame of the man he killed. I remember the doctors telling me it would be impossible for him to live. I knew right then that he was already dead, I stated hitting my head on the concrete ground. He never got to say Goodnight to our son, but I am proud to say that I was married to John. I like to think that I imagined it all, and that it was just a dream.
