When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

will testify about the ‘Moon Mission’. He will testify about the bitter juice. You didn’t just attempt to end his life; you psychologically tortured him with his own dreams to do it. No jury on this planet will offer you a shred of mercy. You are not insane, Mark. You are simply mundane, pathetic evil.”

I turned my back to him, the fabric of my coat continue reading …