He Killed Himself with the Blade That Saved Lives

Synopsis

I didn't see Julian Sterling until the third day after my death, and even then, it was as a wandering soul. He still had no idea he had become a widower. He had been working nonstop at the hospital for three days. At last, a young nurse, Daisy Miller, rushed into his office, breathless and pale, holding up her phone with trembling hands. "Dr. Sterling, they found a woman's body at Southside Apartments. It looks like it might be your wife." Julian didn't even pause in the middle of writing his chart. "Don't jump to conclusions." Daisy's hand shook, and her phone slipped from her grip, hitting the floor with a sharp crack. A live broadcast was still playing on the screen. "The deceased is named Clara Sinclair." The pen in Julian's hand tore straight through the paper, and the ink spread into a harsh, jagged blot of black.