He wraps his arm around me. 'I love you.' He smiles. I give a grin. 

'I love you too.' And with that a kiss came through as we pushed our lips together.

'Where's Beth?' 

'Out playing with her friends probably.' Dan whispers. 'More time for us.' As he says this, I hesitate before turning on the news.

Another eight year old at Trenties School in northern England has sadly been found dead. The cops have evidence that it's murder. Further news of this soon. Now onto...

'Let's just be happy it isn't Beth, darling.' Dan smiles, kissing my cheek.

'The thing is... I'm... I...' I burst out crying. I think the worst things. 'I can't say it, I love Beth. I just...' I get overwhelmed with tears.

'Darling, it's OK. Beth's OK.' He beams at me. But it's not her I'm worried about. It's the fact that if what I think is right more murders could be coming.

'She isn't OK, how do you know if she's OK?' I ask Dan angrily.

'Because she isn't dead!' He yells. 

'But what if she's the...' I stop and charge upstairs in tears. I can't tell him. He would hate me.