[His voice grows even quieter. She'll have to listen hard to hear it from her seat.]

...Years ago, on this day, there was a man who murdered his family. His wife, his daughter - if his son hadn't been out playing, he would have murdered him, too.

[There's an involuntary sob. He thought he'd grown past crying over it, but right now, it feels like he could start all over again.

It's all so unfair.]

My wish is that it never happened.