He had been the most important thing in her life, and now he was gone. Fate could be so cruel sometimes. You’d coast along, pieces of the puzzle known as life falling into proper place, creating a false sense of security. Then WHAM! Destruction in the twinkling of an eye.

Henrietta Cooper grimaced at the body parts now liberally covering the tile floor in her kitchen. If only she’d been more careful, none of this would have happened. It was remarkable how a person took for granted that a common, everyday spoon was harmless. Proof to the contrary lay at her feet. Henri couldn’t have felt more like a murderess. Making matters worse, she was faced with cleaning up the horrid mess. It would be a stroke of good luck if she didn’t end up with blood on her hands.

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