The Man Who Was Killing My Grandson

The scent coming from the room punched me in the gut and caused me to wretch. It appeared as if a tub full of blood had been splattered all about the room. The bed was by far the worst, soaked in an almost purple tinted go one wall appeared to have a vast spray of blood and gray matter coating it. Andi ran across the hall into a bathroom and barfed up my lunch. He hung his head for a moment, at first mumbling an apology, then looking up toward me, quietly allowing a tear to fall from the corner of his eye. I felt horrible for this poor man, but this type of work was way beyond my ability,. not to