The knock came heavy and deliberate, shattering the quiet of the evening. I’d been setting the table for our anniversary dinner when I opened the door to find a police officer, rain dripping from his hat, his face locked in grim restraint.“Sir,” he said carefully, “your wife was involved in a serious accident about an hour ago.
The words clamped down on my chest. “That’s not possible,” I whispered. “She’s upstairs. She’s sleeping. His expression was a strange mix of pity and unease. “I’m afraid the medical examiner has already—” I didn’t let him finish. “Come on, I’ll show you,” I insisted, pulling him inside. We climbed the stairs, his boots dragging…
