The Eyes of a Killer

I looked in his eyes, searching for answers, trying to hold back the tears. I wanted to go to him, and help him. My “baby” was in trouble, and there was nothing I could do.

I watched as they turned him around and placed the cold metal bracelets on his wrists. “You have the right to remain silent...”

He remained silent, but I could not. My burst into tears was loud. I fell to the ground and remained there, unwilling to allow the officer to help me up. I stayed on the floor, crying uncontrollably, and watched my “baby” boy get taken away.

What do you do when the eyes of a killer are the familiar eyes of someone you love?