My heart raced as the officer opened the door to the room. I had been in hiding for months, ever since my husband had gone missing. I had no idea what had happened to him, and I was afraid of what I would find.
The officer stepped aside as I entered the room, and my stomach dropped. There, lying on the cold, metal table, was my estranged husband. His eyes were closed, his skin pale and lifeless. I felt my knees buckle as I realized he was gone.
The officer’s voice broke the silence. “I’m so sorry about this m’am,” he said regretfully, “but the reward for getting you out of hiding was too good to pass up.”
I stepped closer, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch my husband’s cold face. I felt a chill run through me as I noticed the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips. I shuddered as I remembered the cruel way he had treated me in life.
Suddenly, I felt something brush against my leg. Looking down, I saw a rat scurrying away from me. I screamed, and the officer rushed to my side.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I think it’s time for you to go.”
I nodded, still shaking, and followed the officer out of the room. As I left, I couldn’t help but feel that my husband’s smirk was still lingering in the air.
