Tuesday 17th May 2016

Dear diary,

It was astonishing how my mind was clear that my was clear from my cruel murder, or was it? Being married to Patrick,  

a detective I know the fines and the prices but they don't matter, they

are fine. But what about my un born baby what will be the consequence's will they kill us both I cant take the risk. what will they do?

I carried the meat into my filthy kitchen with Patrick laying in a forever slumber. I placed the leg of lamb on the pan, turned the oven on high and shoved it inside. I had to wash the leg because it had to much blood it would be obvious that I had killed him. I ran upstairs to rehearse what I am going to say to Sam the grocery man. I did my hair and tried a smile. The first one was peculiar and very weak. The second time I tried my all and it turned out fine what a relief. Then I practiced my words I said Hullo Sam I want some potatoes please Sam. Yes and I think a can of peas. It sounded a bit odd just like my smile. Nor the pain I did it on the second attempt.

Then I set off for the grocery store thankfully it was not 6:00pm, the light were still on. I took a pace into the room feeling pressure, I calmed myself and said my lines. Then I walked out with peas, potatoes and a cheese cake Patricks favourite dessert.

  I kept saying to myself to act natural then nothing will be wrong it would all be fine. Then I felt tension waiting for the leg of lamb. I prepared dinner on the table whilst waiting for Patrick.

"Darling", I said softly.