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.”

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I held her hand and comforted her: — You survived, and that is enough for now. Anything you can give us might save other innocent people from him.

She shut her eyes, breathed deeply, and remembered: — A black pickup truck followed us. It hit the back of the van twice. Then a man pulled beside me and pointed down… like something was wrong with the continue reading …