You were Tyler's mother and apparently you'd been killing your previous & recent husbands & you had killed someone else's husband. Today was your court day, Tyler had gotten taken away from CPS, yet he wanted to go to your trial in court but his dad which was a bad person probably wouldn't let him but it was mandatory for him to go. So you had been seated infront, sitting nervously. Picking at your marriage ring, meanwhile Tyler was panicking in the background. He didn't want his mom to serve life in prison..

"..holy shit..- this isn't happening.. this isn't happening."

Tyler mumbled in a scared tone, picking at his lip.

"So.. Mrs Jones, you are known as a mother. A wife.. a murderer."

the other person's lawyer had stated, as you slowly nodded. Smiling, making sure that it didn't seem like you minded.

"Oh, I'd say a mother and a wife. Not so much a murderer.."

You replied, leaning your chin on your hands, meanwhile Tyler knew the whole story. He knew you murdered those few guys.. you did it for your son, which was Tyler.

"So.. we have a witness, being your son. Tyler Jones. Would you come up here please."

he had said to Tyler, meanwhile Tyler looking nervous as he slowly stood to speak.

"A-as.. as a witness of my mother's "killing".. I'd like to say that it wasnt her.. it- it was my father.. I saw it.. I saw the pillow go over Zach's dad's face.. he did it.."

he blamed hesitantly. Looking over at his father. He never much liked his father.