She read it in the paper. New laws, passed at speed through parliament, with little scrutiny, would do away with inquests for unexpected deaths. No second signature required on certificates.
He’d always been asthmatic, snoring through the night, waking her at irregular intervals, depriving her of sleep.
On many nights, she’d like to do away with him.
How far would she go to get a good night’s sleep?
A pillow, held in place until his breathing disturbed her no more? An early morning call to report an unexpected death?
She considered it; she went as far as the other bedroom.