Karla 7

As Karla's husband thought deeply about his wife and her sudden uneasiness he recalled how they had met. He was in a bar and suddenly she walked in looking disheveled. No one noticed her but he did; she had that faraway look in her eyes and being an excon, he could tell that someone had done evil from their eyes and he was pretty sure she had done some bit of evil. She just stood there,  at the door of the bar not saying anything or talking to anyone and it was only when she was brushed on the shoulder by a drunk that she raised up her head high enough to show the blood stains under her chin. She was a mess and somehow he was attracted to her. So he got up and got to her,  took her out of the bar and she followed him saying nothing. They didn't talk about what brought her to the bar at all; some part of him doesn't want to know.
It was her recent uneasy attitude that had made him to try to find out some more about her for she didn't say much and he married her nonetheless.  It was just now that he found out that somehow she must have been linked to some killings from the time of her youth and when he rummaged through her stuff, he found an old photograph of her family.  He never knew she had one.  He was sorry for her and still wondered what happened.