Lori stroked the knife, smiling to herself. Soon, very soon, her plan would be carried out. Soon she would be free from him, from his suppressing of her. Soon it would be over.
She had loved him once, but now she only wished him dead. She smiled as she envisioned the knife plunging into his body, the crimson blood spreading across his shirt. She pictured him falling,his eyes wide with shock.
Suddenly she saw him, her soon to be victim.
"Lori!" he said sharply. " What are you doing with that knife?"
She looked up innocently.
"Nothing, Daddy," she said.