Why My Wife drowned Our son in the Bathroom?

I remember going into the house one cold night in the winter. As I stepped inside, the snow and cold wind blew through the front door and scuffed my boots. I smelled something strange in the area. With hints of copper and bleach, it almost smelled like stink bugs. I didn't like how stink bugs smelled. "Hey, honey?"I told her. "Where are you?" I'm really hungry, and this place smells funny. On I-80, traffic almost stopped for thirty minutes. As the snow fell, a tractor-trailer flipped over in the middle of the road, blocking all three lanes. We could only get around by driving in the breakdown lane until the police arrived and began...“ My voice trailed off as I saw blood on the floor in the kitchen, which is connected to the front hallway. I stopped talking right away and looked around to see if there was anyone else there. I didn't see any broken windows, doors, or drawers or closets that had been rummaged through. I whispered, "Oh my God." Then I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest meat cleaver I could find from the knife block. Its edges shone like they were brand new and ready to cut through the toughest meat. I was careful not to step on the blood. If it really was a crime scene, I didn't want to mess with it. I stopped because I was going to call 911. But a voice inside me told me to keep going. The message said that the cops would come in five to six minutes, or even longer. You should check on your family right now. Now. I ran down the hall and straight to the toilet on the first floor, following the blood trail. The door was shut. When I tried…