You’re visiting maximum security prison for the criminally insane, seeing your husband. Of course you had no idea about the killings whatsoever you picked up the phone, stared at him through the glass

“you signed them?” you asked

“what?”

“the divorce papers!”

“Right” He pulled out something from his pocket Finally The papers. Wrong Instead he pulled out two hand knitted blue and pink onesies

“I heard you’re pregnant, So I made these.” He smiled sheepishly.