text: (I submitted a story on /r/writingprompts where I had to include the phrase, "She was laying in the bed with the window open and she couldn't stop staring at the moon." Wondering if you guys could offer any feedback.) None of it was my fault. It might've been my ex-wife's fault. I wouldn't have needed the money if she hadn't gotten the house, the kid, and the dog in the divorce. Hell, I bought the goddamn dog before I met her. It might've been my brother's fault. It was his idea that I could make some money on the side by breaking into houses. Mom always said he was trouble. It might've been my boss's fault. The guy get's a 30% cut of what I steal in exchange for security codes and info on when the owners are out of town. 30% of the profit while accepting 0% of the risk. What a prick. He got the codes right but he was wrong about the couple being out of the house. They were there. Maybe it was the husband's fault for coming after me with a baseball bat. I understand that you have to investigate a strange noise in your house but he didn't have to attack me. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But he could've killed me if I hadn't acted. It might've been my girlfriend's fault for insisting I take a knife with me for protection. If I hadn't had the knife, who knows how things would have turned out. That husband might still be alive today. None of it was my fault. Who could blame me for doing what I did? I couldn't just let the man beat me to death with a baseball bat, could I? And I couldn't risk going to jail, could I? I have children to think about. When I went upstairs, I saw the wife. **She was laying in bed with the window open and she couldn't stop staring at the moon.** She knew what had happened downstairs and she knew what was going to happen to her. She knew I couldn't just leave and let her call the cops. If she didn't judge me, then how could you? None of it was my fault.