The Kiss of Death
I nervously tugged at my hair and answered quietly, "Yes, my husband said I snore in my sleep. He usually has to wake up early for work, which can be disruptive.
After finishing the photographs, we left the house together. I was then brought to an interrogation room, where cameras were everywhere.
Sitting at the table, I let my thoughts wander back to the early days of my relationship with Chester. Overcome with sadness, I rested my head on the table and quietly sobbed.
A long time passed before Eleanor returned, and her expression was unusually stern.
"Did your husband have trouble sleeping or a habit of taking sleeping pills?"
I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No,