"9-1-1 what is your emergency?" comes the voice on the other end of the phone.

I start to cry as I whisper, "I think my husband may have just killed someone. I don't know if I'm safe."

I hear my address coming from his mouth.

I think it's right so I say yes.

He tells me to hold tight, that a car has been dispatched.

Help will be here in two minutes.

I have to get out of here.

Out of this room.

I crawl into the hall and prop myself against the wall.