Mary had been a wonderful mother.
John smiled, thinking of the fun she'd have had ferrying her boys back and forth to school, to sports practices and play dates – the world's ultimate soccer mom.
He could just see her baking cupcakes and cookies for birthday parties, presiding over sleepovers, making her sons' friends feel as welcome in her home as they did in their own.
That was all gone now.
Mary would miss watching the boys grow into men. She'd never see them fall in love and marry. She would never see her grandchildren.
Someone was going to pay for that.