During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

my mind.”

He didn’t look back.

“No, Mrs. Theresa. You’re just getting it back.”

I cried in silence.

I didn’t know if it was out of fear, relief, or the absolute shame of having almost opened my front door to my own sons and their fake doctor.

The phone buzzed again.

“Trust William. Don’t go to the police yet. Richard has people on his payroll. First, we continue reading …