After He's Gone

I know my husband is dead. I just don't know whether I killed him . . . Charles and I were law students when I fell for him.He was handsome, charming, sure of himself - and he deigned to look at me.We had a dream-come-true courtship, wedding, and honeymoon, all orchestrated and paid for by his wealthy parents.Then he brought me home . . . And I woke up. Nineteen months and a baby later, I'm standing in our pristine living room, looking at Charles lying in a pool of blood.I don't remember how I got here. The police are bound to think I killed him. But I didn't . . . did I?