Cassandra Leone:-
There was a deafening silence after Dominic died. I was hearing the echo of his final gulping breath, a gloomy reproach of all we had gone through. I stood with Eliseo there both of us covered with smeared blood, our hearts aching, our hands still shaking with the violence of what we had committed together. The dead body of Dominic lay sprawled on the floor, the crimson bleeding under him, but my gaze was not on him. They were on my husband, Eliseo, my love, who had just with the ferocity of a lion defended me and our unborn daughter.
My heart stood still at the heavy footsteps that were pacing along the corridor. In a few seconds family thronged into the room. Their faces were nearly intolerable to behold. There were gasps, sharp intakes of breath, as they stood in the
