I know my husband is dead. did I?. . .
But I didn\'t .
The police are bound to think I killed him.
I don\'t remember how I got here.
Nineteen months and a baby later, I\'m standing in our pristine living room, looking at Charles lying in a pool of blood.
And I woke up. . .
Then he brought me home .
We had a dream-come-true courtship, wedding, and honeymoon, all orchestrated and paid for by his wealthy parents.
He was handsome, charming, sure of himself - and he deigned to look at me .
Charles and I were law students when I fell for him. . .
I just don\'t know whether I killed him .
I know my husband is dead