Later that night, our house burned down leaving us broke.
Because we were poor, we had to live in a shack. One day a black cat showed up , but it had a white line around its neck.
the one day the cat tripped me as I was going down the stairs, I was so furious I grabbed an axe and swung trying to kill the cat, but I missed. I watched as my wife hit the floor and I realized I killed her.
Quickly I shoved her into a place behind the wall where the bricks can easily move, but there was no cat. I thought to himself that the cat left because his wife was dead.
4 days later, the police showed up at my door. I let him in and he looked around. He went downstairs where my wife was but I was confident that he will not find her.
The most terrifing noise came from the wall when we entered the basement. The police officer checked the wall he removed all the bricks and my wife popped out with the cat on-top of her head. And that is how I ended up here on death row.