• “You have no clue what you’re doing!” Blake yelled. Tears running down her face Blake held tightly to her husband, Tristan’s hand. She had on the brilliant purple dress her mother had worn the day she was killed. It was tight on her from her baby bulge.
    “Blake I can’t do this anymore and I don’t even want a child yet we’ve only been married for a year.” Tristan said these words with no emotion, piercing Blake’s heart worse than ever before. “You can’t just leave me like this! I have no support from anyone Tristan!”
    “I don’t care Blake.” Tristan reached in his pocket and pulled out a knife. “I can make everything go away and you’ll never have to worry about support.” Tristen was smiling brightly as he plunged the dagger into Blake’s stomach.