I'm a medical examiner married to a serial killer. Ten years, eighteen corpses. He used the gloves I gave him to commit the crime and strangled the sixteen-year-old girl with a surgical knot. He said he was protecting me. But the first person he killed was my mother. On the day of the divorce, I wrote an autopsy report on the back of the agreement.
He was sentenced to death. I dissected him myself. Suture with surgical knot. These were my last words to him. It was also the last thing I said for those eighteen people.
