I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did and now I’m stuck down here in this dingy hole wishing just one person believed me. It’s been over 20 hours now since the fall. She did fall, I couldn’t…I wouldn’t have. Well no-one believes me, but it was an accident. I loved her, sure we argued but so do most people. I would never hurt her.
Was I angry? Yes. She’d been wittering on about me not helping when my mother mentioned grandchildren, but that’s no reason to… well I just couldn’t do that. Ironic that she was pregnant.