I sat on the park chair, watching my son and daughter play. They jumped, laughed, rolled on the grass and played hide and seek.

I smiled warmly. When it grew late, I looked at the time on my watch, my eyes widening as I knew what the time was.

To go home.

A tear slipped down my cheek, I looked at my children.

I touched around my eye, feeling the bruise.

I swallowed, calling them over.

"Time to go home."

My kids laughed and followed me to the car. Bruises were on my arms.

"Are we going home now?" My daughter asked. I nodded my head weakly, thinking of what was to come.

"Mum?"

"Y-yes," I whimpered, releasing the brake. Home was meant to be somewhere safe. But mine wasn't.

He wasn't...