Room for Two

"e;Sweetie, I'm home."e; I tried to put as much kindness into my voice as possible. I didn't want to have another argument - at least not right away.Silence."e;Sweetheart?"e;A gunshot echoed from our bedroom, followed by the sound of a bullet casing skipping along a wall.Everything slowed down.***When a life is destroyed, when guilt says you played a role in its destruction, how do you face the da...