The Good Son Dies First
365 Views · Ongoing · Agatha Christie
I bought my five-year-old son a Captain America shield for his birthday.
But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.
"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."
Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.
While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.
Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.
I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.
You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.
But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.
"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."
Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.
While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.
Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.
I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.
You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.


















































