Now you’re staring at Victor’s dead body, holding the knife… tears don’t stop falling. No matter how much you drink, he’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle. You just killed your husband… Your children’s father. The kids are sleeping, fatherless. You hate yourself for doing this, but not as much as you hate the man you once loved… It’s like he’s already starting to haunt you. Your wedding vows haunt you “Until death do us apart”… His last words haunt you “Make me stop!”…