“They’re children, Peter. I know you haven’t made up your mind about what I proposed, but…this is a special circumstance. You heard her, she’ll never forgive us if we tell. We have to handle this.” My body trembled with rage, my breathing erratic. My vision tunneled as I struggled to focus on him. “I physically can’t breathe until he’s taken care of.” His response came in the form of an exhale, as if he’d been waiting for me to say exactly that. “Then we’ll take care of him.”
