(s****l Content, TW, Violence)
Two Weeks Later
Warren
I was getting my share of blood, looking at my family sitting on the kitchen island having breakfast, my son had just turned seventeen, and my daughter was thirteen. My wife was pregnant again, and I walked over to her, kissed her lips, she handed me my lunch, and said, "Drop the kids off today, I am not feeling well." I said, "I will be checking on you later," and the kids followed me out, telling their mother goodbye. I dropped them off at their school and headed to my job site, thinking about how my life ended up; I own one of the biggest construction firms in the area. I reached my office and got out of the truck, looked around, because I felt like someone was watching me, but no one was around. My secretary handed me my messages
