" The accountant lingers at his children's doorway a moment more, listening to the easy rhythm of their breathing, and something cold moves through him, like the passage of a ghost - but he know that's not it. It's more like the portent of a future. A future that must never come to pass...
...and for the first time, he gives rise to a thought that is silently echoed in millions of homes that night.
My God... what have we done? "

― Neal Shusterman , UnDivided (Unwind, #4)