When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

The mortgage. Your exhausted whining after a double shift. The absolute, soul-crushing mediocrity of suburban existence.”

“So your solution to a midlife crisis was to slaughter your wife and child?”

“I met someone,” he stated matter-of-factly. “She resides in Leblon. She possesses an appetite for a specific lifestyle, but she lacks the capital to fund continue reading …