He was a good husband, a good father. I don't understand, how could this have happened?
He and I met in the Rockies. He was hiking with a pack of his most trusted friends. We fell in love within two months.
He was hunting with his friends. My future husband was in the Rockies, believing the harsh climate would make for hardier, stronger prey. I still remember the embarrassment on his face when he admitted to finding nothing.
The next few years were the happiest of my life. In those days we had our first child. Then came the second. Then the third. Needless to say, I was both elated and exhausted. But when twilight came, so did another emotion: fear.
The moon was responsible. Or the blood-curse. Either way, my husband would go out into the forest. "It's just a hunting trip," he said "I'll be fine.".
He was always evasive at nighttime. Normally he'd be like any normal family man. But then he'd disappear until the morning and look completely exhausted. It even scared the kids sometimes.