The women stood at the window, unable to move. Something terrible had happened outside and their husbands had been in the middle of it.

Sally steeled herself and walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the switch for the exterior lights. Something in her mind told Sally that they would find death on the other side of the door.

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A comforting hand slipped onto her shoulder and gave a soft squeeze. She faced Bobbi, tears of fear in her eyes, and tried to smile.

Hesitantly, she opened the door and steeped onto the porch, scanning the yard for the men.

A gasp from behind stopped Sally. Bobbi was staring at the floor, a hand to her mouth, her shoulders hunched inward as if to protect herself from the sight.

Sally looked down.

She was standing in a pool of blood.