Bloodstained Vows: Recipe For Revenge

ike with a smile on her face. He loved hearing her talk about her

the steps to her apartment, a

en with the hand that was clutching her reci

ags filled with the ingredients she would

he lifted her head, her gaze fixed on the place whe

eady be on his way to the door by the time, sh

and eerie. The hairs on her neck rose

ve thoughts. He was probably too tired to meet her, or maybe he

gain, despite the feeling in her g

and instinctively looked around the

louder, her voice bouncing

ans

. She ventured deeper into the apartment,

ws on the walls. A newspaper lay abandoned on the coffee table, its h

. She calmed down and let out a breath

ags on the table and wipe

aughed, feeling silly. 'Who knows? He may be in the shower,'

ut sharing her recipe with him returning, but the m

nt of her. A blood curdling scream erupted from her d

ay face down on the ground. Blood and what looke

which she would have imagined fell when

face fast and hot as s

r to him, because she didn't want to bel

hbors rushed in. She heard them curse and mutter words like "Jes

g her mouth to muffle her own sobs as she

police, and then helped his wif

had descended upon the apartment. A moment later, two unifor

where the scene was. Ashley trailed behind the p

eter's body, while her partner, a tall man with a shaved head, sc

ey, who was beginning to break down again as she

ller. Can you tell me

ice thick with emotion, explained how they had found Ashley in a

and picked it up with gloved hands. "Did Mr. Cornwell h

rowing in confusion. "He was a kind soul, always wi

living room. "Come and sit down, dear. Can you

ng. And I came home from grocery shopping, excited to cook for hi

nd on Ashley's shoulder. "It's okay t

y practiced eye. He noticed a broken window with shards of g

entry, Miller. Robber

wed behind her, now slightly calmer. "Did anything seem out of plac

r grief. "No, I don't think so. At least not in t

icer Miller continued talking to Ashley. They asked about any arguments or thre

his is a difficult time, Ms. Peterson. But anything you