The silence in the courtroom is dreadful, but what breaks it is the sound of my wife's laughter.
John David had wealth, a beautiful arranged marriage to his childhood friend, Rose, and a life of privilege. But as his old habits of drinking and gambling resurfaced, the perfection shattered.
When Rose spoke the name Frank, John didn't feel anger-he felt fear. The overwhelming, suffocating fear that his soulmate would leave him for a ghost from the past. A fear that drove him past sanity and straight into the dark, silent act of murder.
Now, as he stands before the judge, confessing his crime in meticulous detail, John is finally at peace. He took care of the problem. He ensured Rose would never leave him.
But why is Rose sitting in the back row, laughing? And why does he believe his dead wife asked him to call the police?
This is the chilling confession of a man who loved too much, and the ultimate descent into possessive madness.