After burying the last body for tonight I wipe off the dirt from my clothing and remove my gloves and mask. I put them in our shed and head back inside.

As I enter I see you feeding our 2 year old son, Leo, all peaceful and happy. I remove my shoes and walk in the kitchen, kissing you both on the forehead.

“Isn’t it his bed time?” I say softly as I stand behind you, hugging your waist.