Chapter 34 Blood On His Hands

• Sarah paced the length of her room, her curtains casting shadows on the rug. It’s be five days since the incidence and her husband was suffering so much, his pain could be felt through the thick walls of the house.
• Lucas would sit slumped in his sophisticated leather armchair by the fireplace, his face buried in his hands, for hours. It was a dangerously sad moment for him and Sarah was at a loss for how to console him.
• “What if I go to him? Would that change anything?” she said in a worried tone as she continued drilling a hole in her room with her feet.