One day Henry came home and said a man tried to take and when Henry ran away he was angry. Later on I told him that I was going to the supermarket. His sister was at home. When I came back I heard struggling. I was halfway up the stairs when all of a sudden I heard a gunshot. A moment later there was a crack. I ran into the room…I was too late. Jane was huddled over a body, a bloodied man behind her. A bat lay near Jane. I prayed I was wrong but I saw my dead son Henry.