She was losing more hair, long black chunks seeped from her skull matted with blood from an unknown skin condition. She no longer left her bedroom. She missed her husband; they had tried desperately for a child. It was unsuccessful, depression and arguments began.

He left without word; she fell ill. The beige brush bit through her hair again tearing more strands from her bleeding head, soaking ebony soulless eyes. Ghostly sounds filled the silence, banging, dragging.

Below a sturdy man loaded the deep freezer with a black-haired woman’s body streaked by blood from a freshly bludgeoned head wound.