Helena watched John get dressed as she pulled the rags left of her dress after he had torn it apart. They had spent almost an hour wrapped in each other’s arms, him holding her like she was a child. Helena felt a pang of regret as John fastened his pants; deep down, all she wanted was to surrender to her husband... But Lance's voice wouldn't leave her mind.  

Damn Lance.

She stood up.

“John, did you kill Lance?” she asked.

John turned to her, surprised. ...