I come back home with a battered Carl and I instinctively know that something isn't right.
We were silent on the way back home and I am in no mood to talk to this crazy man right now. He broke Cathy's phone and a couple of Axel's bones. Fred should have locked him up for a couple of days, I swear. Would have done this man some good. This is primarily the reason I did not want to show him the texts last night. I knew he would do something like this! I am in no mood to even ask him, how did he come across the messages, all of which I apparently deleted.
"Cathy, we are home baby!" I shout while walking to the living room where I left her and she is not there. The TV is on and her bottle is lying all forgotten. I know she has gone off because her stuffies are missing.
"Fuck."
Carl looks at
