Synopsis

I killed a woman when I was 18. She was wearing my mother's pearls. Her name was Bianca. My father's mistress. He had brought her to our dinner table, she touched the black pearls at her throat, smiling at my mother. "A man's heart goes to the new one, darling. The old wife should learn to step aside." That night, I walked into her room. By morning, she was sitting at her vanity, staring at her own reflection. Dead. I wiped the pearls clean and put them back in my mother's jewelry box.