"You have a nosebleed." Henry said. I turned my face uncomfortably back to look up at him. He held the wrist of the hand I held my key in.
"When exactly did your sister die?" I asked, and he paused.
"Three months ago." Ah. I thought it was more recently.
"Why is her body still in the morgue?" I asked, not taking a tissue he offered me with his other hand.
Henry stopped, and I could feel killing intent on him.
"The police hadn't given her body free."
"Mhm." I nodded and ripped my arm out of his hold before putting the key back in the lock, opening my door with a bit too much strength, before closing it again. I made sure to lock it, that the blinds were down, and that Henry was apart from me.
Then I walked to the toilet and vomited my soul out.
Lying on the bathroom floor, I felt my head spin; the nosebleed had at least stopped again.