She sits heavily, and then she just sort of ran her hand down her face. "I don't know what to say," that's all that comes when she finally speaks. "I went home and the kitchen was covered- there was blood everywhere, but it was mine. It was mine, and- I mean, there's a file. From the police department, it's got the coroner's report."

Her eyes finally find his. "I don't know what to do now," she says quietly. She has no idea what to do.