* * *
When I pushed the key into the front door lock I braced myself for a comforting and apologetic David, but as I stepped through the door into the living room I couldn't see him anywhere. I threw my phone on the bed and walked over to our ensuite, as I went to open the door I realised I couldn't, the door wasn't locked but there was something blocking the doorway. I pushed my shoulder harder into the door and it opened a little
All I could see was his left hand, and his marriage band.
* * *
I gasped and stepped back, assuming the worst. My ankles caught on the end of the bed; I fell backwards and landed on my phone. I sat up and grabbed it, quickly dialling 911. When the lady on the other end asked what service I required, I was quite speechless, I quickly responded ambulance, gave my address and hung up.
I sat with my back against the front door until the ambulance arrived. They rushed through the house like a stampede and all I could do was point to the bedroom, no matter how hard I tried no words world come out. I just sat there with a blank expression whilst they hurried his body out the house.
I sat in the ambulance next to him, with a nurse talking to me, asking questions which I wasn't responding to. When I finally looked over at his face, I saw his eyes.
Pupils dilated, cocaine...
