We Ate Our Daughter

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usually fills me with wa

t my sister-in-law Jess' s mother' s house for a spontaneous sleepover with

concerns, utterly captivated

fter Mark' s tender whisper in h

air was

ar, until a casual phone call Mark took on our lan

to sell cemetery plots by saying o

ord hit me like

roared. I sped to the o

Jess, already dead, cremated. All that remained was her frie

, unadulterated horror whe

ssed. Lily' s ashes were mixed i

rk who called my pleas a "domestic dispute," provid

ble act ignited a

erved by the law,

Jess' s monstrous plot, includ

s relentless pursuit of truth and vengeance, no matter the