they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

stated, the words falling like stones.

She clawed at her own hair. “I didn’t have a choice!”

“What is in the shed, mother?” I demanded, squatting down so my face was inches from hers.

She refused to meet my eyes. But from the bed, Hunter answered.

“Pictures,” my boy mumbled, his heavy eyelids finally giving way to the painkillers. “Lots of kids.” His tiny continue reading …