Mike was sitting at the kitchen table, looking down at the blade he’d found in his partners- makeup bag. He was in disbelief, looking at the blood that was still on the objects sharp edges.

He knew they’d be home any minute now, no doubt having a long day at work. It made him sick thinking about what they might be planning to do when they did.

He heard her car pull up, and suddenly he was thankful Abby was at a friends house. His sister had been through enough- she didn’t need to hear about her pseudo-parent hurting themself.

He took a deep breath as the door opened, looking at his partner with a stern expression.

“We’re you ever planning on telling me about this?”