I've been happily married for four and a half years and I love my wife more than she could imagine. We've been having...... Problems the last few months. She desperately wants a child and yet, the doctors we go to say she's unable to. She cries every time as I try to comfort her, as I sit there, speechless. Every time she manages to mumble "Do you think we'll ever have children?" through her muffled cries. I unknowingly nod in an attempt to calm her down. She's always been the same loving woman as long as I've known her. She loves to paint, and even has a little shed next to our house that she paints in. I've never seen any of her works, as she never allows me in her little shed. The curiosity engulfed me, so one day when she went out, I decided to sneak a peek inside at her paintings. As I came closer to the shed, I noticed an unbearable smell. I covered my nose as I creaked open the shed door. To my surprise, there were an abundance of paintings of a family. This family included me and her, with a baby in each painting. There were different looking children in each picture, some girls and some boys. If these weren't enough, I looked over to discover the source of the terrible smell, a pile of veiny fetuses collected on her desk. I jumped at the sight and started to back away. This beautiful, loving woman I had known for years, how could she do this? I inspected the paintings once more. They each had the same shade of gloomy red somewhere in them. The fetuses were also dripping of that color. She had used a different fetus's blood for each painting, as if it were meant to be included. I quickly rushed out and closed the doors, sprinting into the house. I was up until 3 am processing that the woman laying next to me had done those horrible things. The thing is, I was too scared to confront her about it. I don't... Trust her anymore....