A little while later, Harriet came out of the room, looking a bit downcast. “You two go ahead and eat without me. Something’s come up, and I might not be back in time.”
Evan helped her into her coat and reminded her to come home early.
She nodded and left quickly.
None of us knew it would be the last time I ever saw her.
When we got the call from the police, Evan’s face was filled with disbelief.
“What are you talking about? Stop joking around,” he said, his eyes reddening as he clutched the officer’s sleeve. “Harriet can’t be dead! She can’t be!”
The officer gently pressed him into a chair and sighed. “I understand this is hard to accept, but we’ve apprehended the thug responsible. We’ll do our best to get justice for your wife.”
My sister Harriet had been violated by some thug the previous night.
After he had satisfied his twisted desires, Harriet, unable to bear the disgrace, ended her life in a hotel room.
The next day, when the hotel’s cleaning staff came in, they found her lying in a pool of blood, her wrists slashed. Terrified, they called the police.