"My boys!" Faith called out to the twins running towards her. She scooped them up in her arms and then kissed hello to her husband, waiting at the door with a fork in his hand.

"We're having stir-fry for tea," he said, waving it around, "You'll have to excuse me or it's gonna burn."

"Did you have fun at school today?" Faith asked her sons. She knew the answer would be a screaming 'yes' and that she should enjoy it while it lasted. Before long, they'd be over the excitement, and she'd be putting up with complaints about teachers, homework, and who knows what else. Sure enough, Jacob said 'yes' in a sing-song voice, and Ben went on to tell her about the new game they had learnt that day. The boys followed Faith into the living room, where she ritualistically dumped her bags and took off her work shoes.

"Honey, that smells great," she sighed happily, walking to the kitchen with her sons on her hips.

Faith turned the corner into the living room and screamed. She shielded Ben and Jacob's eyes and stared at the scene in front of her. Her husband Robert lay on the floor, bleeding in gushes from his neck. The kitchen was covered in blood, and the smell was over-powering, mixed with the burning stir-fry. Faith put down her boys and rushed to his side, aiming to check for a pulse. By the time she got there, however, she knew there was no way he was alive. She turned back to see Jacob sobbing at the door. She ran to him.

"Don't look honey. Go with Ben into the living room and turn on the TV." The boy did as he was asked and Faith ran to call 911. The rest of the night was a blur for all three of them. The police came to take the body, and asked some questions. "How long was he alone, do you know of anyone who would want to kill Robert, did you see anything suspicious..." Faith answered these questions in a daze. They all slept together that night, but Faith didn't sleep. She just stared blankly into space, feeling sad, scared, alone, but most of all...

She felt anger.