She gritted her teeth and walked slowly down the hall to the room where he was sitting. She'd have prefered the electric chair. Facing him would be one of the hardest things she'd ever done. She walked into the room and he looked up from the book he was reading, a pleasant smile and kind eyes.
"Hey sweetheart."
"Honey, I have something to tell you." She could feel the tention in her chest growing as she spoke. Her words were slow, measured, and careful.
"Yeah?" The question was so innocent, so naive. He had no idea what she was about to suggest.
"I-" She felt ready to back out. She couldn't ask this much of him, but she knew she had to. It was the only choice. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak. To save him. To speak.
She'd have preferred the electric chair.