Disclaimer: Not mine.
A child died today.
At the hands of their parent.
And it shouldn't surprise me, because it happens so often.
Too often.
But it doesn't take away the pain.
So, here I am, sitting in this bar, nursing only my second beer. Watching the people around me, wondering if they know. Wondering if they could ever know the pain that is a child's death, let alone at the hands of someone who's supposed to protect you. Wondering what they would do, how they would react. Would they cry and mourn? Would they be angry and want revenge?
For them, though, Life goes on.
But I guess that's just the Job, too.