The Woman in Leather

I rushed out of my car. I tripped over my dress, falling and scraping my knee. I also hit my head on the stairs. I probably cracked my skull open, but I was so numb from emotions that I couldn't even feel the pain.

Estelle headed out of the front door, towards me. She sighed, deeply, helping me up. "You fell again."

"Eh, more or less."

"Why do you have blood on your dress?"

"Someone was dying."

"WHAT?"

I realized that she didn't know what happened to the woman. I was not ready to explain it to her either. I just shrugged and said, "Later..." I sat in the stairwell, tired. I held my forehead and massaged it. I sighed deeply and walked inside.

Estelle took my hand and said, “Lillian, don’t ignore me.”

“I’m sorry, were you talking?”

“Absolutely...”

“My bad. Why did you ask me to come back home so urgently?”

She stood up, asking me to follow her. I took a small step. I groaned in pain and stepped back.