[ WP ] Everyone dies on their birthday , but no one knows at which age it will occur .

I look at the screen and the white blank space of an email window is all I see. I look down at the keyboard, my fingers are on it, sweat from my palms is making it sticky. I have to have a drink. 
 
 Janice's arm is around Marc and they are both asleep. It's about a month since Marc started sleeping with us again and Janice ca n't stop holding him. Not at night, not when we are out, not when he's having his bowel movements. I find the whole thing annoying, almost devastating because it keeps reminding me of the situation we are facing. I try to ignore it. This of course makes Marc a little bit nervous but he also knows that now he has some kind of a power over us. It's difficult to say no. 
 
 The kitchen is dark. I let the water run for a couple of seconds before I grab a glass and rinse it. `` I have to write this email,'' I tell myself as I drink the water. 
 
 I grab the computer, I close my eyes, I take a breath. `` Marc is turning three,'' I write in the subject line...
