A/N: Written for the primeval100 prompt of 'Pride'.
Helen's trouble, her father always said, was her pride.
That pride led her to the affair with Stephen; to her eight years absence.
"Not now, Helen."
She was better than this.
"…crackpot theories!"
She'd show him.
That pride made her pull the trigger.
"Know what, Helen? You're not as smart as I thought you were."
Suddenly the future didn't matter: the shot was as impulsive a response as a book thrown across the room.
In that last remarkably clear moment, she knew that if a higher power existed, it had a twisted sense of humour.
Pride goes before a fall.