I’m standing in the middle of our living room looking at my husband’s dead body in front of me.I know it’s my husband. I know he’s dead. What I don’t know is whether I killed him.How did it all go so wrong?There’s so much blood. Soaking into our white carpet.I try to clean up the mess, scrubbing away at the blood, wondering how I got here.Am I really as crazy as he’s been making out all this time?
I’m standing in the middle of our living room looking at my husband’s dead body in front of me.I know it’s my husband. I know he’s dead. What I don’t know is whether I killed him.How did it all go so wrong?There’s so much blood. Soaking into our white carpet.I try to clean up the mess, scrubbing away at the blood, wondering how I got here.Am I really as crazy as he’s been making out all this time?