Prologue

"You killed her" She said looking at me in a way i never thought she would. Murderous.

She picked up the kitchen knife and for a moment, i thought she was going to thrust it into me.
The knife fell from her hand leaving bloodstains on her hand and clothes.

"Bu...but you saw the knife in h...her hand..i...i didn't do anything" I stammered. I didn't know what to say as i watched blood seep out from her nightgown to the Parisian marble tiles.
I came too late. I killed her.