Except they were not.
He became odd after his wife had a miscarriage, last week. A while ago during dinner, she kept crying and the kids joined her. It pierced his ears and heart; it was enough to send bullets in their chests.
As he washed his hands from blood, he kept hearing voices inside his head.
“No, Michael, please.”
He yelled and fell on the floor; his tears swimming along with his family’s blood.