The Monster and His Mockery

her lap. Her tears fell onto his bruised face. She looked up at Mark, her expression o

were raw

y. "We gave you every penny of our savings for the down payment when you and Sarah go

d squandering his wife's money; it was a man stealing from the elderly parents who

" someone yelle

't just stand there!"

n the middle of it. He looked around, a flicker of something unreadable

, Mrs. Smith' s voice softened. She looked at Mark,

loved her. You were so good to her. You used to bring her flowers every week, just because. Yo

nize him, to remind everyone that this monster was once a man who loved. She was clinging to the gho

husband on the floor. She approached Mark again, h

kay. We're all just... hurting. I know you're hurting too. L

and maternal. It was a plea for reconciliation, an act

is expression was blank for a second. A fl

It was the cru

ack violently. And

sa, but a hundred times more vile. Mrs. Smith stumbled back, he

knocked from her head. It fell to the floor, revealing patches of scalp wh

exposed scalp, at the tea

at and dead. "Look at you. You're pathe