August 9, 2008
As I lay here in my living room floor. I am in awe of the mechanism of the human anatomy. The first time the knife pierced my chest was a pain more intense than I thought possible, but now, after 38 more cuts, slices and stabs, I feel nothing. I am at peace. As I take my last breath, my biggest fear is not my life passing. My biggest fear is that my husband will be wrongfully convicted of my murder thereby leaving my son to grow up parentless.