Nick why is your wife dead. What where you doing that was so important that you had to leave her alone in your house with your newborn baby? Where you drinking? I bet that was it, you thought you'd just go out and leave her to deal with it, I bet you never even noticed something was wrong until the second you woke up the next morning. Knew something was wrong, wanted breakfast or aspirin. Did you roll over and see her? See her sliced to pieces? Do you realise it's all your fault you filthy man
//OOOOW. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?//
Nick immediately felt defensive over himself. He may be at fault for not being there. He may be a terrible man for his choices in life. He may be top of the list bound for hell.
But no one, absolutely no one was allowed to tell him he didn’t love his family. No one could tell him that he didn’t notice. No one could tell him he didn’t care. Because he did. He loved his family to the core of his being. He noticed their absence and then some. He cared a whole hell of a lot.
He was seething, “You wanna know why my wife is dead? Because a monster got to her. And I wasn’t around, I’ll admit. But that is not my fault. I am not a monster. I was gone because I was working. I was providing to the best of my abilities for my family and so I couldn’t be there. I couldn’t know. I didn’t know. It’s not my fault that I-I had to come home to that and watch her die in my arms. It’s not my fault.” And there was a choked sob. He hated that memory. That had been the worst day of his life.
And that’s when he felt something he never knew he could feel after everything. And the feeling, the realization hit him like a brick to the face. He took a deep breath.
