Returning early after three months, the millionaire choked back tears, expecting his daughter to run into his arms. Instead, she whispered, “Daddy, you’re back early.” Stepping inside, he saw her shivering in rags, while his wife lived in luxury. He froze, knelt down, and asked softly, “Who did this to you?”

I would have had a beautiful roast prepared.”

“I have no doubt you would have,” I replied.

The sheer deadness of my voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

It wasn’t because I was screaming. It was because the sound I produced was utterly devoid of human warmth. She had only been in my orbit for two years, legally bound to me for a mere six months. She continue reading …