I Killed My Own Family

On the day of my daughter's first-month celebration, I personally fed her a bottle of sleeping pills.

I also watched as my parents, who’d been buzzing around all morning, collapsed into a pool of blood and dropped dead.

Then there was Robbie, my husband. His legs were cut clean off, and nothing was left at the thighs. I reckon there wasn’t much hope for him after that.

Out of what I figured was kindness, I called the police. And then, I sat right there on the couch, waiting, quiet as a mouse.