She didn't know what she wanted to do now.

Up until now she'd been sure. She couldn't be sure that she had really thought about it, you know, thought it through. Just some kind of automatic thing. Doing one thing which only left one logical next option. Maybe it was the adrenalin. Maybe there had been other choices. If there had been, there was certainly no way to avoid making the choice now.

Should she pull herself back up into his bedroom and face his wife? Or just drop?

It looks a long way down.