A roar of thunder melds with a coming storm, Tom Thornton’s heart is stone; he knows that because he feels nothing. His wife’s veins once flowed with a passionate fire; now the crimson liquid spread across the floor. Doors locked, a decision had to be made and quickly. His life also ended when he would not let Sarah leave. His heart will never soften; he will never feel the heat of Sarah’s fire again. The police and ambulance sirens filter into the house. He sat on the bed asking, “God, will I go to Heaven if I choose to die”?