The house was silent; her husband had gone to work earlier in the evening and the children were now both sleeping soundly in bed. Jennifer now went about her work with an almost religious zeal, knowing that what she was doing was for the best – her family would benefit greatly from her actions. She tied the ribbon off; the same ribbon she had worn on their first “official” date. She stared at her handiwork and was pleased with her creation.
Her thoughts drifted to the counselling sessions she and her husband had attended. She thought about the progress the counsellor told them they were making. She also thought about the affair her husband had continued even after these sessions. She shrugged these thoughts off and finished the job she had started.
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the ribbon-laden knife in her right hand and jabbed into the power socket. The initial jolt surprised her by its ferocity and the subsequent shocks stopped her heart. Her last thought was one of deep concern – did her insurance policy cover suicide?