She stared at the house next door, waiting. Finally, a woman came out. She looked at her, then down at herself, not liking what she saw. The woman’s clothes, her husband, her life, she wanted it all. And she slowly achieved it. A makeover, new clothes, buying items she knew she wasn’t able to afford. All because she had them. One event led to another, and as she stood over the woman’s lifeless body, she couldn’t help but smile. Now she would have it all. The door opened. “Honey, I’m home,” he called. “Coming,” she replied.