[ WP ] try to justify the most terrible act possible , without using anything similar to a `` kill a few to save a bunch '' clause .

Sarah sat motionless as the her rights were being read. In between the words, she could still see his face. Staring up at her, pleading, begging her to stop. 
 
 `` Mom, please. No. I wont do it again.'' the disembodied voice of her son echoed in her mind. 
 
 `` Do you understand, Ma'am? Ma'am.'' the police woman said to Sarah. 
 
 `` Yes.'' Sarah responded. Cold and empty. 
 
 The drive to the station was long and winding. The summer had arrived early, bringing the heat and humidity with it. Sarah sat back in the cruiser and leaned her head against the window. This is my last sunrise, she thought as she looked at the Sun rays poking out of the trees. 
 
 `` Mommy. Please. I'm sorry.'' The words swirled in a her mind. She felt nothing. Her body went limp the moment she walked into the room and saw her eldest. Her body did n't even shake as she held the gun in her hand. 
 
 `` Why did you do it? What kind of monster are you?'' The police officer said over his shoulder. Sarah never took her eyes off of the Sun. 
 
 It was like any other night at the Stewart household. The old Victorian house, lined with red roses, bright yellow sunflowers and blue shutters was bursting. All the lights were on in the house and their 2 Labradors ran around their backyard. The chimney was bellowing out smoke. 
 
 `` Sarah, when the fuck is dinner going to be ready?!'' Stewart Sr., screamed over the noisy television. `` I left work early to wait?! I thought you had dinner ready!'' 
 
 Sarah heard the screams and ignored them. She was shaking as she asked her 4 year old daughter Jaimie again. Just to make sure. 
 
 `` Are you sure honey? Mommy wont be mad. I'm here to protect you.'' Sarah fighting back tears. 
 
 The 4 year old, with auburn hair and now sunken blue eyes pointed down below her belly button. An ocean of tears at the rim of her eyelids. 
 
 `` Daddy and Stewie will be mad. Its a secret.'' the little mousy voice was more of a whisper. She held her stuffed dinosaur tight. 
 
 `` Its ok baby, Mommy is here.'' Sarah took a deep breath and took her daughter upstairs to her bad and turned on the ceiling lights. Zoo animals bounced and played on the cracks of the ceiling. Sarah turned the music up a little higher. `` Good night baby. Go to sleep, everything will be ok in the morning. Mommy loves you.'' Sarah closed the door behind her, taking one last look at her daughter. 
 
 `` Nothing to say eh? Just another cold, heartless bitch of a wife.'' the officer said as his shoulder walkie came on. He responded as he pulled into the police station. 
 
 The booking process was quick and Sarah sat in the Interrogation Room waiting. The cold, steel handcuffs were beginning to dig into her skin. Sarah moved them. The touch snapped the memory back in. 
 
 `` Mom. I do n't know what those picture are. I did n't...'' Steward frantically screamed at his Mom. The pictures Sarah threw on the bed were the ones she found earlier in the day in his dresser drawer. Sarah stepped closer, never stopping her aim. 
 
 `` How long?'' Sarah asked she was greeted with silence. She slid her finger across the safety and clicked it off. 
 
 `` Mom please...'' Stewart said with his hands held high. The brother bracelet Jaimie made him in daycare slid down his arm. Catching both their eyes. 
 
 `` How long?'' Sarah asked, again. 
 
 The pause metastasized into a third person in the room. It was heavy and thick. 
 
 `` 2 years.'' Stewart whispered. As he began to look up at Sarah, before he could open his mouth again to speak, Sarah pulled the trigger. 
 
 Blood momentarily blinded Sarah. 
 
 `` Why did you do it, Sarah? Cold blood. Husband and son. Your daughter unharmed. Why?'' The detective asked. 
 
 Sarah looked up and locked her gaze with the detective. The room instantly shrunk, `` because I had to.'' 

