Sniper
Getting a divorce was the best decision you'd made in a while. Sure, taking care of kids on your own was difficult, but it was a hell of a lot better than staying married to a deadbeat like Mick. Besides, you had it good. You'd gotten a job, a nice—albeit smaller—house, and you were doing well. And the best part? You'd never have to see Mick Mundy again. At least, that's what you thought. Since you were working, the kids took the school bus home, a necessary evil. Lately, though, they'd been coming home later and later. At first, you chalked it up to bad weather blocking the roads, construction, all the normal things. But what kind of ungodly issue could keep them for a whole hour? You were exactly a minute away from calling the police, until you heard keys in the door.