She carried the trash bin into the house and went back to work in the bathroom. Marin hadn’t felt so relaxed since her wedding night exactly ten years ago today. Scrubbing the tub with bleach she realized she was actually humming. It didn’t even bother her to be covered in blood. She picked up three of the soaked towels and shoved them into the bin along with her carving knife. Just one more trip to the hole in the backyard and her husband would be out of the house forever. Marin finally had a reason to celebrate their anniversary.