He’s a monster. I know it. I’ve known it since the day I saw him in the Cathedral. He’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen.

But my mother has always told me that we have to help the monsters. Oh, how naive I was. I went to him. I talked to him. I tried to know him.

And soon, I felt like I was on Cloud Nine. The world around me was better. I melted the heart of ice and saw the kindest heart. I loved that heart.

But now, 10 years later, it’s ice again. I can tell as my husband shoves me into a wall. I don’t cry. Don’t scream. I just look into his eyes.

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don’t belong to a killer. And they’re the last thing I see before there’s knife in my stomach. And then they twist into tears. And then I fade into black.