I scream angrily at the mob.
I should have told him, so this is all my fault.
I look over my shoulder.
Fred is calmly staring out at the crowd, his icy blue eyes alert but not fearful.
I find my voice.
It's weak and I can barely get it to work right.
Tears stain my cheeks and I'm a mess, but I don't concentrate on me for very long.
"How can you do this?! He's my husband for god's sake!"
Donald Thompson coughs impatiently.
"They were our Children for god's sake! How could he be such a cold hearted bastard?!"
My mouth drops open a minute before I watch everything I love go up in smoke. Literally.
