The woman knelt by her husband’s coffin and poured the contents of the bucket onto his face

The night was eerily calm, broken only by the distant hum of cars. Laura Mitchell, shivering, was curled up on the couch, a cup of tea cooling in her hands. Daniel, her husband, should have been home seven hours ago. At midnight, after ten unanswered calls, she began to feel a heavy pressure. Continues…