I relax my hold on the knife and switch on the lights and head to the kitchen. The knife is bloody and needs to be cleaned.
She sits in silence. The only sound she hears is the pumping of her own blood in her ears. Her heart is racing.
The mourners converge on the casket. It is open and people start to cry and weep and wail even louder as they view the body.
Luke wakes up and looks at Helen. She smiles at him and his heart melts. She looks beautiful in her dishevelled hair and wrinkled up clothes.