The blood which had sprayed across her face was sticky now and beginning to itch. She trapesed wearily up the stairs, realising now how right Sawyer had been about the adrenaline crash being draining. She pushed open the door to the bathroom and was aghast at how she looked when she saw herself in the mirror. She froze, raising her hand to her hair, which was soaked with blood in places. The oxblood shade was only slightly darker than her hair, but she felt physically sick now, more than when she had looked down at Matt’s body on the floor downstairs. It made it hard to separate herself from the situation. She had killed a man she used to share a life with. She almost wished she had seen what happened to Kia the way Sawyer had so she could reconcile with what she had done.
“Elizabeth? El
