He Found His Injured Wife While Their Son Laughed In The Kitchen

Sarah looked up at me, her mouth opening slightly, already trying to explain before I could ask anything.

That was the first thing that broke my heart. Not the blood. The instinct to apologize for it.

I knelt beside her on the floor.

“Sarah. What happened?”

She started to shake her head, then grimaced and stopped.

Laughter came from the kitchen.

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