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

it crammed beneath a rotting floorboard near a trapdoor,” Richards explained. “It was shoved down there with this.”

He flipped the bag over. Pressed against the plastic was a piece of lined notebook paper. The handwriting was erratic, written in thick, waxy crayon.

Mommy, the man in the shed says Grandpa is bad, but Grandpa cried when he saw me. Grandpa continue reading …