Dr Helen Wilkinson stands over her husband’s body. It’s just as she’d imagined it so many times. He looks calm, asleep. And yet something isn’t right: in her fantasies there was never so much blood.
Dr Helen Wilkinson stands over her husband’s body. It’s just as she’d imagined it so many times. He looks calm, asleep. And yet something isn’t right: in her fantasies there was never so much blood.