when I found Steven in the center of the

bathroom floor, naked, his body bent at an impossible angle.

He was soaked in a pool of blood and mucus, his face smashed beyond recognition.

I reached for my son and almost slipped on some pebbles strewn across the tile floor.

Then I realized they were Steven's teeth.

I dropped to my knees, crying hysterically.

I heard a groan, then..."Ma."