up on a

lted bouquet of flowers from my husband, Mark, sat on my dresser. I remembered this day

ll unemployed, spending his days playing video games in his childhood bedroom. He refused to go on

kitchen counter, pouring two cups of coffee. He was the starkest contrast to

eepyhead. You

me guess. Kevin is a national treasure who is too g

ioned something about a blind date she' s try

ad seen right through Kevin and Eleanor' s nonsense. The confrontation had sent Kevin into a week-long sulk, which ended with him decla

perfect, began t

tic tragedy. Kevin was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, screaming at a television sc

torial tone in the kitchen. "But he' s so sensitive. These modern women, they

t the women, Mom," I sai

ith a lovely girl, Brenda. Her mother says she' s v

re. She looks like she has opinions. I don' t want to deal with that. Why can' t I just have a kid without all

was the same entitled, selfish worldview that had led him to murder me. He saw women, re

d, flashed in my mind. The rage was a solid thing in my chest, but

as if a brilliant thought had just struck me. "It

What are you t

Superior genes. Maybe you don' t need a woman. In this day and age, with science being what i

laugh, making it sound like

interest. He was vain and stupid enough to believe he w

ed. "That

bait. Her eyes lit up with tha

u talking about? Is

m a bio-ethicist, not a fertility specialist. But I hear things

voice was a whisper. The w

t would be for men who are... genetically unique. The next step, you know? A way to ensure a pure bloodline. No woman to

to their twin desires: Kevin' s

by the same feverish excitement I had s

, the words tasting sweet in his

brilliant boy! I always knew you were destined for greatness. Sarah, you have to fi

s in. They were already swimm

d," I said, my voice drip

I was helping them achieve their twisted dream. In reality, I was just handing th

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