“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

primal, unadulterated panic. Tiffany let out a strangled, horrific gasp. Her trembling hands flew up to cover her mouth as she completely lost her balance, dropping her heavy designer handbag to the polished floor with a loud crash. The impenetrable facade was completely, irreparably shattered. The true, monstrous reality of the beloved philanthropists continue reading …