Her voice took me out of my daze. This was surreal. She looked at me innocently, as though she was unaware of the mess that her body was in.
After that, I tried everything I could to fix her. I washed her up and removed all the chunks of glass, but the moment I turned my back to throw them in the trash, they reappeared. Blood flowed from her cuts in endless streams, converging into a river of gore that swelled at her feet. Although she continued to cook and clean for me and even come into our bed, there was nothing I could do to help her.
As time went on, her body started to decay. I could tell it was happening when she began to swell up, her stomach distending and her skin turning a sickly shade of yellow. The smell came next. I could tell she was trying to cover it up with perfume. I watched as her hair began to fall away and her skin started to rot.
After a week or so, I realized there was no way we could continue like this. So I sat Jessica down.
“Honey, I want you to know that I love you very much… But we both know that you shouldn’t be here. Please, I need to know…what happened to you?”