Malcolm wondered how these cases came about. He knew this was going to stick with him.
The young boy drifted in and out of sleep.
Malcolm’s hand brushed over the model aeroplanes hanging from the roof.
The boy stirred.
Malcolm pulled his hammer out of his belt.
The boy smiled up at Malcolm. Malcolm smiled back
Maybe it was better if the boy didn’t live. At least he wouldn’t have to witness the horrors to come.