Emmeline’s hands were shaking as she found a bottle of vodka in the cupboard and poured herself a huge one. And another. There was a constant pain in her body. She stared into the half-empty bottle. Alex’s voice, his gloved hand covered in the blood of that screaming woman playing in an endless loop in her head. She was having a child with a total stranger.
She sensed Alex standing in the kitchen doorway. His footsteps came closer. His breath was in her hair. His fingers on her shoulder. She shrank away.
‘What the hell did you come there for?’ She knew he’d sat down to face her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
‘What were you doing to those women? Were they dying… were they … did you kill them?’ Her face was burning. She flung her chair backwards. Backed away as far as she
