"Will you just shut up?!" the angry mother lashed out. She threw the dirty bowl back into the sink, splashing murky water everywhere. "Shit!"

She stormed across the kitchen to the bassinet.

"Ssshhhhh..." she picked up the baby, already blue, and cold to the touch. "Ssshhh... mummy's here now. Sshhhh..."

My dog is always, ALWAYS licking her privates.  I mean, she licks and laps and goes at it like it's filet mignon or something. So one day, I licked her down there, too.*

*Tastes like chicken.

"Now, promise me you will not talk to any strangers Amy." The stressed mummy said as she zipped up her daughters coat. 

"I know mummy. There are bad men." The little Red haired girl smiled.

"Good girl."

Amy never made it home.

Nobody said there were bad ladies too.

Police survey the scene: 

The husband, looking ashen sitting curbside clutching his broken wrist. The wife, lower lip quivering crimson from kissing the dashboard.  The car, overturned and twisted with headlights still staring into the distance. 

But most chilling, the empty child’s seat in the back-- and the open window.  

I open the letter hands shaking

Inside: the results of test taken

One name to set me free

The woman who gave birth to me

Eyes overflowing with tears

My heart stops beating in fear

For the name printed black and bold

Is the same name my current wife holds.