“What the…”

Jamie’s voice trailed off.

“LORD HAVE MERCY!”, an old woman’s voice screaming from the patio.

Jamie dropped the knife to the ground and dashed for the patio door.

“He was joking. He would never. He would never he would never hewouldneverhewouldnever”, she chanted in her head. She knew things had gotten headed between them, but there’s no way he would-

She burst onto the patio to see her great uncle supporting his unconscious wife slumped against his shoulder while tears ran down his own face. He directed Jamie’s eyes to the ground with a shuddering finger, but she didn’t need help to find the source of the commotion.

Lying on the wooden tiles was her sister; surrounded by a pool of familiar red liquid.