There you sat, on the floor of his home office, but you simply called it “The Big Room.” You were waiting for your husband, Gerard, to come back with the sedatives he made himself. He worked as an anesthesiologist, while you stayed home to take care of the house.

He walked into “The Big Room”, his syringe filled sedative in his hand. You had no idea why he did this..but it was a daily routine.. You had a feeling he was with you for your insanity.

“Ready sugar?”