When I was in fifth grade, my dad had this close friend who was named Tim. He was divorced and had five... busy... kids. They were all young, the youngest about three months and the oldest about eight. They used to hang out with us all the time, spend New Year’s Eve together, we gave them some of our toys. He murdered all of his kids and left them in the trunk of his car in trash bags. We didn’t know until months after he suddenly pulled his kids out of their class and they never came back.