Chapter 5
There were certain sights a person could never forget. Coming home to find Katherine dead on the floor was up there, for sure. But coming home to find the door wide open, the babysitter dead on the floor, her girlfriend crying into her hair, and their two kids standing on the stairs, staring across the dead body, out into the night? That would haunt Ren’s every waking hour for as long as he lived.
And, in fact, every time the vision flashed across his mind, his initial thought was: this is a scene from a movie a saw—a thriller, a horror flick. Then he would realize, no, this wasn’t fiction. This was a piece of his life.
This was his life, now. Discovering dead bodies behind an open door.
This was real life.
They’d taken the kids to a child psychologist. Charlotte had
