"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.
