#WritcoStoryPrompt44
The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of the shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight with both hands.

All right, she told herself. So I’ve killed him.

As she stood over the body, who was her husband till moments ago, the past eight years flashed across her eyes. How they met, how he proposed to her, how they decided they will not bear children, rather he took the decision for them, how he was always travelling for months at a stretch, how he used to come back with a new scar every time. She was always left wondering.

Until that fateful evening.

She was alone at home. He had been away for nearly two months now. After seven years of marriage, she had stopped waiting for his return from his 'business trips'.

She was immersed in her book when the phone rang. Very few people had their landline number. It must be family.

An unknown man's voice took her by surprise.

Have I forgotten what he sounds like on the phone?

Her doubts were answered when the man started giving random instructions to her. He first asked her to check the pictures slid under the main door of their house, and then wait for his call.

What pictures?

The man hung up. She went to the main door to find an envelope lying on the floor. She peeped inside and...