Romero nodded at her reply as he folded his hands, his face as rigid as it was before.
"How did you find out she was dead?" He asked impatiently.
"I... We usually knit together every morning and she has never once come late. I had waited for her for some minutes but she did not come, I naturally thought she might be sick since she's pregnant so I decided to give it sometime..." She trailed on, sobbing and biting her lips painfully. "But after a few hours, I decided to go check up on her to see if she was fine but then... She was in her bathtub... She... Cuts... Blood... She..."
"You can stop now!" I stated, walking towards her and patting her shoulder. I did not want listen to more of this, I feel nauseous just thinking of what that woman had gone through, despite being pregnant she was
