in his eyes. She walked slowly to the table and sat down opposite her husband. “Philip has died,” she said in a low voice. For a moment she gazed at her husband as he was sobbing silently with his face buried in his hands. “I hold you responsible for the death of both our sons,” she said coldly. “You must do it.” Then she rose from table and went into the study. She knew where the key to the cupboard with the guns was. She unlocked it and took a gun out of it. After that she returned to the room and put the gun on the table in front of her husband. “You must,” she repeated. The man grabbed for the gun and released it. He knew he had to do it. ‘She wishes me to kill myself and, actually, I wish it too,’ was his last thought. Then he fired a shot. Jane only flinched a little but she stayed sitting. She stared at her dead husband observing her feelings. She hoped she would partly get rid of the pain which had been torturing her for a few weeks. However, nothing happened. Her heart was empty; only infinite agony was running through all her body. Jane kept on sitting apathetically. She had no idea about how she would carry on. Without her little Tom, Philip and without her husband who she’d once loved. She was sitting still even at the moment that the police forced the door of their flat.
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