Craig got the call early in the morning. The police wanted him to officially identify the body. He was just getting off shift. He worried about working all of these nights, leaving his wife at home.

The corner’s office was cold. The walls, the floors, the people all cold. He spoke with the front desk staffer who had him wait for the officer and the ME to come out.

When the officer and the ME came out, they both were sipping on cheap coffee and looked like they were fueled by it given the distant look in their eyes.

The officer spoke, “Mr. Craig, please come with us.” Craig stood up and followed the two down the long corridor.

At the end of the corridor were two double doors. They opened the door and walked in. There she was, laying on the metal table. Her body was slashed in many parts and two giant puncture wounds on her neck.

The ME spoke, “She was drained of her blood.”

The officer took a sip of coffee then spoke, “Is this your wife Mr. Craig?”

Craig started to tear up. “Yes.”