Marcy hadn’t been answering the phone all day, and now I knew why.

She’d been on leave from her job ever since she had the baby, and considering the cold weather, Marcy barely left the house nowadays. It wasn’t responsible to take a two month old infant out in the winter, she said, which was why I thought it odd that she wasn’t picking up the phone. Snow drifted into the kitchen as I stood there with the door hanging open, trying to process what I was seeing. The microwave door was ajar, and a bottle broken on the floor. She must have been getting ready to feed the baby when she collapsed. Later, an autopsy would reveal it was an aneurysm, but all I knew then was that she was dead. I retrieved my cell phone from my inside pocket and dialed…

“Jimmy? Looks like I won’t be needing your services after all. I need to cancel that job. What?…Oh, hold on…” Craning my neck, not wanting to disturb the scene, I saw a tiny arm sticking out from beneath my wife’s body…

“Yeah. Cancel both jobs. Thanks.”