After a couple of minutes she heard a gunshot. Janelle’s heart raced as she lay in bed, her husband’s side already empty. She waited for a few moments, listening for any sound that would tell her what was happening.
The clock ticked by, and Janelle slowly got out of bed. She crept to the baby’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. As she opened the door, she saw her husband standing there, gun in hand. He looked at her with a sad expression, and she knew what he had done.
He had taken the life of their child, unable to bear the sound of its crying in the night. Janelle felt a wave of sorrow wash over her. She wanted to comfort her husband, but the horror of what he had done was too much.
Janelle looked away, not wanting to see the pain on his face. She quietly closed the door and returned to her bed, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.