A woman goes to the police to confess the murder of her husband. The officials try to dismiss her quickly, because they are so used to her coming to "confess" to them about the murder. Indeed, she imagines so precisely—and so often—this passage to the act that she conceives a real feeling of guilt. For some time now, she has been under the care of a psychologist on this subject.
This time, however, things are different. Because, yes, the husband is really dead. But very quickly the investigation exonerates her completely and she goes home, feeling sorry for herself.
Maybe it’s time to talk to her shrink about it? Especially since they have become very, very close..