Jack sighed and picked up the box cutter, deftly slitting the packing tape on the last box of the worst moving experience of his life. Jack and wife had moved from the east coast to the west coast for what was supposed to be a better job opportunity for the both of them. Outside, it was raining profusely and the weatherman was predicting more for the next three days. He tried to avoid the thought of dragging the cutter across his throat.

"How's unpacking going, baby?" His twenty eight year old wife Danielle came into the room, lugging bed sheets in her arms. She stood about 5'6 with long, curly...