By Yolanda Perera

The night was cold and wet and only nocturnal sounds filled the air. It was just a few hours ago that he stepped out of the shower, got dressed, kissed her and left. She could recall the smell of his after-shave and how his gentle touch made her body tingle with excitement. So when she heard the sirens and the knock on the door she braced herself for the horrible news. But nothing could have prepared her for it. Only then did she realise the blood on his hands wasn’t from the carcass he claimed he picked off the road.