An Excerpt from Unraveling

Henry had anticipated a struggle, but not the mess. It had taken him nearly an hour to clean up the blood, water, and bubbly lather that had splattered all over the bathroom. The only traces of violence remaining were the soiled knife and the jagged wounds on her wrists, still raw and oozing. Although the cloying scent of lavender was finally starting to dissipate, he could barely contain his nausea. He stepped toward the tub to take one last look at her lifeless body. He ran out of the room, his heart pounding.
      Once he was in his car driving away, he thought he’d feel better, but couldn’t stop thinking about her and what he had done. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He didn’t want to hurt her. His hands tightened around the steering wheel. What did she know about love anyway? She got what she deserved.
​