_“What did you do?”_
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Unspoken, the silence carries my question.
Vision blurred, I gaze at the lifeless body
I hold—that of my lover, husband, and friend.
“What did you do?”
It comes in a vicious whisper as I glare
At the man who holds a bloodied knife—a thief.
Yet, it was more than just my silver he stole.
He stole my heart, my life, my everything.
Clenching a knife of my own, I lunge for...