Chapter 112 Stuck Forever

• And there, in the center of it all, stood my son. He was covered in blood, his clothes soaked through, his hands gripping a surgical scalpel.
• How could anyone cause so much slaughter with just a scalpel? It seemed impossible, yet there he was, the evidence of his madness all around him.
• Our eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away. He looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading, tears cascading down his cheeks, along with the blood on his face.