CLAYTON POINT OF VIEW.

I never wanted to push Nadine, I never wanted to get so angry. But I kept screaming in her face, demanding an answer and she would not give it to me. Immediately I pushed her, I realized the enormity of what I had done. I stood there, watching as her slight body tumbled down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a thud. Unmoving. Natasha screamed, and brushed past me in a haste to get to her body.

"Jesus, Clayton," she said. "Do you want to have a fucking homicide ...