At my twins’ funeral, with their tiny coffins before me, my husband arrived beside his mistress and hissed, “God took them because He knew what kind of mother you were.”

The first thing I heard at my children’s funeral was my husband laughing. It was a quiet, reckless laugh from the back of the little chapel, where Silas stood next to his mistress while our twins rested inside two white coffins no longer than my arms.

Everyone in the chapel turned toward the rear of the room. Silas showed no shame at all. He straightened continue reading …