It was the first thing Sharon heard: the cackle of laughter she could always recognise. She struggled against the choking happiness to breath, her eyes melting into tears. He had swore it would never happen again; she had promised herself she would not take personal if it did. Her shameless emotion dis-robbed and she could see her bleeding heart reflect on the window panes. She had come in through the kitchen and the smell of macaroni had filled the air. She had seen the chopping board on the table and onion peels. She walked slowly into the living room and the happiness invaded her lungs causing her breathing to become ragged and raspy. She saw her looking at a half-finished painting, her face filled with excitement. Sharon dug the knife first into her and then her husband when he turned to her in horror. She then bent to pick up the picture; the picture of her twin sister. What she saw forced her to bury the knife in her stomach. The picture was the face of her twin, but the eye was green and her sister’s was blue.
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