Today's not the day.

I've spent God knows how many years waiting for the perfect time to move on. I've searched the world far and wide, looking for someone who looks like how you used to before the winter set in. I never happened until I picked our daughter up from college for the holidays.

Today's not the day.

She brought him home as a boyfriend, not realizing the plan I was working through in my own mind. I was trying to figure out how to seduce him into your room, where I could claim him as my own.

Today's not the day.

It took three months until the night our daughter went out with her mistress. When I told him about the horrific things they would be doing at the motel in the next town over, I had an excuse to get him drunk. When he couldn't stand on his own two feet anymore, I lead him into your room. He screamed like a bitch when he saw what remained of you decaying on the bed.

Today's not the day.

Tying him up was easy. Making him shut up was more difficult. I didn't want to cut his tongue out, but I ended up having to when our daughter asked me if she was hallucinating the sound of his voice. I hated having to lie to her about it.

Today's not the day.

I couldn't let him end up older than you. I couldn't stand the thought of him looking older than you, so I planned the perfect day to kill him the way I killed you.

Today's the day.