I walked down the long hallway in my house towards the familiar sound of my wife in her rocking chair. I followed a trail of mud and dirt on the hardwood floor and approached the chair from behind. The rain pounded loudly against the window. Fear clenched my stomach.<\/p>\n
I slowly placed my hand on my wife\u2019s shoulder. She didn\u2019t flinch \u2013 didn\u2019t move. I circled the chair and stared in horror at the dress she\u2019d worn for our anniversary dinner. What was once a beautiful gown of black silk was now torn and covered in mud.<\/p>\n
I slowly moved my eyes up her body towards her face. I paused at her neck and stared silently at the finger shaped bruises on her throat. I reached out to touch them but stopped myself. I looked into her eyes \u2013 she stared back into mine.<\/p>\n
Her stare was cold. It gave me goosebumps and iced my veins. Tears sat on the edge of her eyelids. Mud and scratches covered her face. I could feel her eyes pierce me. Filled with terror and sadness. They looked the same one week ago when I had taken her life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I walked down the long hallway in my house towards the familiar sound of my wife in her rocking chair. I followed a trail of mud and dirt on the hardwood floor and approached the chair from behind. The rain pounded loudly against the window. Fear clenched my stomach.<\/p>\n