<p><span style="background-color: rgba(249, 249, 249, 1); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">"Leon my love, I have only a few minutes before I must be back for my curtain call. The plans, are they in place?"&nbsp;</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(249, 249, 249, 1); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">"Yes, they are. All is now set in motion and there is no turning back. Go quickly, my love, and dance our Mazurka as you have never danced before."&nbsp;</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style="background-color: rgba(249, 249, 249, 1); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 1)">Leon released her hand and she was gone. It was time now. Leon was ready to open the red-heart-decorated shoebox. The next morning his body-cold to the touch-would be found. Valentine cards from every year of their married life were scattered across the bed.</span></p><p><br></p>