A gentle wind blows through as I stand in my backyard.
I’ve been out here for what feels like hours, and my body feels the pain.
With my arms hurting, I continue to dig deeper into the ground.
Once the hole is deep enough, I release my breath and wipe the sweat from my eyes.
I look back over at the garbage bag, and with the light of the moon, I can see the blood drip from it.
I better hurry before my children get back home.
I don’t want their first night out without me to be spoiled because I was a bit bored.