Fleetingly, I detected another smell too, so faint I thought I might be imagining it, but then I looked down, past the sofa, and all thoughts of smells and anything else were obliterated by what I saw. Edith was lying face down on the rug before the fireplace. The rug was soaked in her blood, as was the back of her sweater. So much blood. One arm stretched out before her, like she was reaching out for help.
oh nooooo
