Page 91 of The Forsaken (Echoes from the Past #4)

Silence settled over the house like a downy blanket over a sleeping child. Everyone within was warm and snug—even the body submerged in the tub, its skin still flushed from the heat of the bathwater. Wide-open eyes stared from beneath the soapy water in an expression of shock and disbelief.

A woman sat on the bathroom floor, sure if she managed to get up and dared to look at herself, her expression would mirror that of the corpse.

Shock and disbelief. Shock at what she’d done.

Disbelief at the chain of events that had led her to this moment, this inevitable act of savagery.

How was it possible to fall so far so quickly?

Within the coming weeks she would find out if she’d swing for her crime or be granted a reprieve in the form of a life of constant fear.

She’d always be looking over her shoulder, wondering if someone would come to take her away and make her answer for what she’d done.

But even if no one came and she never felt the rough hemp of the rope against the tender skin of her neck, life would never be the same.

She knew what she’d done, and she’d have to live with it always, praying that her true nature would remain unseen.