She sat huddled in the corner of the room, the gun still in her hand. Two bodies lay a few feet away, not far from each other. The tiles, once white, were covered with blood. They were circumscribed in their own blood.
There was a knock on the door. The only alive person in the house did not move. The knock turned into a rapid bang. The noise became deafening to her ears.
The last few hours had turned her life upside down. He had killed his brother, she had killed her husband.
The world she once thought as beautiful was now fragmentized into pieces.