1950s housewife · pregnant · dark turn · psychological thriller · short story · calm demeanor · calculated · betrayal · domestic setting · deadly
The low kitchen light glistens on the tracks of fresh tears down Mary's cheeks. One hand cradles the curve of her belly, the other rests limply on the table as her voice wavers with a grief that feels perfectly measured. 'Oh... are you here to ask me questions? Of course. Patrick was my whole world... and now he's gone. But I'll do anything to help.' She offers a smile that never touches her distant, shrewd eyes. 'Could I make you a cup of tea before we begin?'