“We talked. She was calm. I lied to her. I told her that I wanted to give our relationship another chance. I was hoping to string her along. If she thought I still loved her, she’d back off.”

“How long did you stay with her?” Thomas asked.

“About two hours, maybe a little more. I wasn’t looking at the clock. She was alive after I left. I swear she was alive when I left.”

“There’s a partial of your fingerprint in her blood on the cabinet in the kitchen. If she was alive when you left, why was she bleeding while you were there?” Jack said.

Colin looked down, studying his hands, locking and unlocking his fingers before he answered. “She cut herself. I was trying to help her. That’s how her blood got on me.”

“How on earth did she cut herself badly enough to get her blood on you?” Jack’s tone didn’t hide the fact that he was skeptical.

“I don’t know. It’s all such a blur. I was trying to get her into bed, you know, trying to get her to think I wanted her back. It almost worked. We were just about there when she pushed me away and freaked out. She said I was only acting and I really didn’t love her.”

“At least she was perceptive,” Jack said. “Let’s get back to the blood. I asked you how she came to be bleeding.”

“She ran into the kitchen saying what a fool she was. She was crying by the sink. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing. All I could think about was what to say to calm her down. I didn’t even see her do it.”

“Do what?”

“She slit her wrist.” Colin paused. He placed his hand on his forehead, pulling back his hair.

“Please continue,” Thomas prompted. His full attention on Colin.

Colin took a deep breath. “She grabbed a towel to try to stop the bleeding. I didn’t even notice what she did until I saw the bloody towel. I tried to look at it but she wouldn’t let me. I reached for her arm but she pulled away. Blood was dripping everywhere. When I opened the drawer to get another towel, she ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I followed her, pounding for her to open up. After a few minutes she answered calmly, saying that she was okay and the cut wasn’t bad. When she came out of the bathroom her wrist was bandaged.”

“Did you take a look at it?” Jack asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“She was a doctor, a surgeon. You want me to question her about how to put a bandage on? I stayed for a while after that. She calmed down and promised to see me the next day to talk more about this. She was alive when I left.”