You knew you made the right choice. You knew. Yet somehow, you couldn't sleep.
Schmidt murdered her by putting cyanide in the dinner. But there was a feeling that you couldn't shake. Why did she call the police without trying to cover any evidence? How did she know they would have spaghetti that night?
What was the meaning of the ring in Howard's hand?
Questions pounded in your head until exhaustion won over and managed to slowly flutter your eyes shut.