The worst part might have been hearing him scream how he wants to die.

The worst part might have been hiding in my room holding my dog as I heard the world fall a part around me.

The worst part have been the relief I felt when I heard the sirens.

The worst part might have been sitting on the stairs watching them take him away.

The worst part might have been watching her choke back tears and watching them come back, over and over again.

The worst part might have been when I stopped believing this was even real and just counted the tears that slip down my cheek.

But I’m pretty sure the worst part will be living through tomorrow, with today on our shoulders.