Our Daughter Died, My Husband Was Devastated

A serial killer was on the loose in the city, chopping up victims.

I just couldn't risk my daughter riding the school bus anymore.

So I'd taken to driving her to school and back every day.

My husband thought I was just being paranoid, until one day, swamped with work, he offered to pick her up after school himself.

Never did I imagine that day would be the last time I'd see her.

I was left holding her lifeless body, sobbing until I nearly blacked out.

Then I caught a video he'd liked on Instagram—him and his ex, hands locked, moonlit stroll, captioned: [With you by my side, I'm…