Josh turned back and forth as he tried to get some sleep. The satin blanket cling to him as he sought to find a comfortable position, but feeling all the more hotter. Alice, his wife slept by him. Her breathing evened in and out, her pale face and rosy lips grazing her features.

'Alice"

Josh sat up in a sitting position, his body feeling stiff. Today is the day. After some talking and discussion they had concluded they were ready to tell the rest of the family their plan to come forward. Josh briefly glanced over to his wife. She looked so peaceful, beautiful, his everything. If she was still well, the cancer not talking over her body… he would not let her. God so help him

No matter how big her guilt was or how sad and depressed she felt. You never come forward and confessed Murder. No manslaughter, that's the word that's used. It meant that someone died but it was not the other's fault.

Charred remains covered the stranger's face, no longer looking human. He thought he could do it, he had called max and made a hasty retreat. Hiding in the cloth of trying to protect the innocent, his innocent.

that's what it was his wife could never be a murderer

Besides if anyone should be blamed, he would come forward, if necessary.

He was the one that got his wife depressed that she stared drinking. Then came home one night and started shouting at her.

Sending her out there in the night. Drunk, confused, emotionally unstable,, clinging tightly to their son, their love, the child he had so strongly spurned.

Bells should have gone off in his head.

The blue jeans she was wearing, covered in her Disney world shirt. They had gone to Disney world a few month after Ben was born. Alice, who would put the god mother to shame wanted to guarantee Ben had the best childhood.

He should have seen it

What Ben represented, what role he played in their life. Ben was their son. Everything good and bad about them, the wonderful stuff, beautiful heart all combined together.

Who they were and everything they will be. If he couldn't give Ben a chance…

That night he had come home already frustrated at being yelled at work. His boss had complained about how he seemed less alert and would make more mistakes.

Of course what his boss didn't know was that when he had stated the job, he had a beautiful wife at home who was happy and happily married to him instead of his then beautiful wife who was depressed and unhappy.

He had yanked the door open and came inside to find his wife drunk in the kitchen making dinner. Spaghetti and hotdog

His 3and half year old sprawled on the carpet watching cartoon. His patients didn't allow him time to look past her drunken state, shed through the years and find the woman he fell in love with. When he had seen his wife's state anger welled up in him, angry in his inability to make his wife happy. His eyes had danced across the room looking for something to lay the blame on. His eyes settled on the small life, that had entered their life and made everything else less fun.

Missing all his shows because of the baby, could not watch all the movie he wanted because it would be bad for the baby. Reduce his spending so they could have more money for the baby. Finally when they had gone to Disney world because of the baby, they could not have much fun because someone had to watch the baby.

He turned back to his wife heat flowing in his eyes. When he started his tirade on what their bundle of joy meant to him, he didn't stop until Alice fell down in tears. Getting up and dancing across the room to pick up and hold tightly the representation of their love. Confusion showing on her face, wanting to say something but deciding not to Alice turned around and grabbed the key he had left on the table, disappearing into the night.

What was it they had said. Friends don't let their friends drive drunk. Poster flying everywhere pamphlets on how drinking was bad for you. Even worse if you drunk and drove. The fatalities. None of those thoughts came to mind . What alcohol and driving meant. He should not have been surprised . Should not have been surprised later to get a frantic call from Alice.

It's time for the truth to come out.

Grandpa Max work up early in the morning. He went to Ben 's room and to check on him. Carefully opening the door as to not awaken

Ben he entered the room. The first thing he noticed was how clean the room looked. The mess that he had walked in yesterday was
nowhere to be seen, even the blanket Ben was sleeping in looked cleaner.

Grandpa Max tiptoed over to the sleeping Ben.
The boy was curled up peacefully. Taking a hand He brushed a hair back.

Ben hissed at the gently touch.

Grandpa Max brought the blanked up to cover Ben better. Whatever dream Ben was having, whichever it was, was making him happy.

Taking one last look at the sleeping boy Grandpa Max made his way downstairs.

Reassured that Ben was okay, Grandpa Max strode to the kitchen with not a regular enthusiasm.

In the cupboard he took out a cup and placed it on the table. "lets see I will have some tea and maybe with toast." Grandpa Max turned around and opened the refrigerator . The refrigerator was clean and stocked with food he bought the other day.

Taking out the bread and placing it on the table. He took out 2 slices of bread. Putting them in the toaster he went to sit down.

Grandpa Max placed his hands under his chin and relaxed. "today looks better" he opened is eyes and looked outside to confirm his suspicion. The curtains were closed. Getting up he strode to the window, already hearing the birds chirping outside. With unnecessary determination he yanked the curtains away and looked

Beautiful.

The grass looked greener. It was still forging outside, maybe that had something to do with the fact that it was 5 am. I guess you didn't know that. Ha ha Grandpa Max learned back as he felt his body grew tired. Already his mind had relayed the fact that it was too early to get up and subconscious and body were conspiring to get him back to bed.

Turning away from the beautiful view he went back to the table. Taking his cup he took a huge gulp of coffee. Empty his cup was empty. The toaster made a noise signaling that his bread was done. Grandpa Max took the breads and carried them over to the plate in the dishwasher. Hope fully the plated was clean.

Time to make coffee. He took a cup, then another cup incase Gwen woke up later there was no need to get up again to get a cup. One cup on the table the other one he took to the sink and placed some hot water. Instant coffee, milk, and sugar all in, Grandpa Max stirred the drink and placed it to cool down. He was getting old, there was a time when he could drink coffee while it was still hot from being made, these days he has to wait for it to cool down like everyone else.

He sat down almost falling asleep. His mind and body must really be conspiring against him.

There was that time when everything had worked in a haze. He didn't remember the rest of that day or the day following after in great detail.

Of course he dumbly followed Josh's lead.

That night. He knew what was happening. His conscious had did all the calculation minus the consequences. It must have been the shock.

He showed up when David called him. An accident

Drunk his daughter drunk. Someone was dead. He had arrived so fast. Josh didn't bother explaining just told him to do this or that.

Everything was a haze. The first thing was getting his hysterical daughter home. Josh told him to stay with the car.
He got Alice in the car with a kid. Red head

Well the secret is out. Gwen was adopted. After Alice (Ben's Mom) crashed into Emily(Gwen's biological Mom). Gwen was not adopted legally. After the crash Alice became hysterical and Josh took her home with Ben and Gwen. Davis( Gwen's adopted father) and Max cleaned up the mess while they waited to see what they would do.

I will keep writing more chapter. Don't be shy to ask question?

I hope this ch answered some questions