In another version of our story, it is the husband who enters the forbidden room while the wife is away, the wife having left her keys behind, as he was to take her to and from the airport for her flights. He himself tells her on the drive home that he has taken the keys and gone into her studio, though he says he didn’t look at anything, or stay long, only lay on the couch as there was nothing there for him to do. His feelings, of course, are terribly hurt that she does not take the violation well. When they stop at the studio on the way home so that she can pick up some papers, something sticky and dark puddles out onto the porch from under the door. You left. You left your keys on the counter, he says, and pointing at the spreading stain, See what you made me do?