Creative Writing on the prompt "I Stood There Shocked"

        I got home from work and there door was unlocked.
        "Honey?" I called down the hallway. She is always home around 5 to get our baby Oliver from the nanny. I don't really like the nanny, but as all men know, let your wife win or your going to get into a huge fight, and she liked the nanny. Anyways I called for her again but there was no reply. I  thought maybe she was just putting Oliver in bed for a nap so I went up to my office to finish a case I had. About an hour later I went out to the backyard to see if my wife, Mary, was playing with Oliver in the back yard because she still hasn't answered me. I open the backyard and see it's empty. the tree in the far right corner still supporting the half built tree house I was making for Oliver. I sigh and go back inside to my office. The case I was working on involved a serial killer running around the neighborhood taping babies to walls with a knife through their chest. Not something I wanted in my neighborhood, so I went back to work trying to get a lead on where this guy could be. About another hour later I go into the kitchen. We normally had dinner an hour earlier than it is now, which is about 7:30 and I'm starting to get a little worried. The door being unlocked, Mary not answering, what could this mean? I only became a police officer a few weeks ago so I'm not too great at this detective stuff. I go up to Oliver's room. Maybe they're up there. At the foot of the door, I see the carpet is slightly stained red. I open the door and see the most frightening thing a newly wed father could ever imagine. I stood there shocked at the sight of my son, duct taped to our newly painted white wall with a large silver cleaver through his chest. This little beacon of light I lived for, gone. Overwhelmed at the sight, I sit on the chair in the corner. I look to the right, away from the sight of Oliver and see my wife. Eyes open, blood flowing out of her mouth. She still has a terrified look on her face, and her skin is a very pale white. I start crying. I don't think anymore, I just cry. The next thing I know, I find myself on my roof holding a picture of Mary and Oliver. My shirt is soaked from my tears, and I start thinking about what has just happened. My baby, dead. The love of my life, dead. And then I realize I'm doing the right thing.
      "I can be with you again." I said. And then I jumped.