Facing The Past

"Just be quiet because mommy is sleeping," Alexus reminded his son when he touched the doorknob of the bedroom in the cottage he and his wife were occupying. Although he doubted if Rafaella was awake after the interlude, they shared. But he could not say no to his son. He just let him take a peek at his mother.

His son moved his head up and down in agreement. And he pushed the door to surprise Rafaella, but he was shocked to find his wife on the floor—blood covered her head.

"Mommy...Mommy...!" Joshua screamed when he saw his mother lying on the floor with her face down. Her eyes were closed, and blood was running down her face. Blood seemed to spurt everywhere nearby her.

No! That's the dumb cry of his brain. Rafaella… No!

Alexus dropped to his knees with his hand still on his son. Shocked, and no words escaped his lips. He immediately broke into a cold sweat and felt both faint and sick to his stomach. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself. When he could, he grabbed his