She cried as she yelled the word murderer. She was bawling her eyes out. It hurt her deep within. She murdered a man who had done nothing to her as compared to the torture she had faced by her very own stepfamily. Then why did she kill a man only for groping her?
He had done a lot worse to many people and yet they had just complaint about him and not murder him. They trusted the judicial system instead of taking the law in their own hands.
The situation finally weighed down on her. What had she done? What she had committed.. She had pulled the trigger. It was all her fault.
Sobbing against his warm chest, she continued to think and her husband let her. She had to think to get it out of her system and if crying helped her, so be it.
"It's done sweetheart," he cooed as he caressed her hair. "It's done. We cannot go back now."