The Surrogate

Arthur lived a double life: a wife and son in the suburbs, and a secret lover in the city who desperately begged for marriage. Arthur always refused, cruelly reminding his lover, "You simply don't have the anatomy to give me a child." Tonight, Arthur returned home to find his son missing and his lover dead on the nursery floor. The lover's stomach had been sliced open and crudely stitched back together to look distended, and on the wall, written in blood, was the message: "Look, I'm finally carrying your baby."