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.”
also saved photos of Silas examining the damaged valve and Margot counting cash across his workbench.
On the audio, Silas’s voice rang out with a laugh: — Once the children are gone, Claire will be too broken to fight. — What if she isn’t broken? — Margot’s voice asked on the tape. — Then we will finish the job — Silas replied coldly.
