I manage a supermarket in a small town in Nebraska. Yesterday my wife found a collection of pornographic photographs hidden in our garage.
Most of them showed small children performing various sexual acts with adults. She recognized me, and our five-year-old niece. She left me, taking the photographs with her. I fear she may already have given them to the police.
Today I'm sitting in our family room, realizing that my life is over, wondering if I have the courage physically to end it.
Isn't it beautiful?