Their Love Was Poison: My Revenge Was Sweet

illed my daughter wi

nd my brother told eve

" my father, Frank, said, his fa

, sneered from the corner

mance of a grieving grandmothe

fine," she sobbed to the police o

mother, the one with all the "new-fangled nonsense" from book

the only one who saw the truth, but his voice wa

city lights blurred below me. I clutched Lily's favorite blanke

ep forward

I wo

ng cry from the baby monitor

w to my stomach, which was flat. I looked around the room. It was

n the wall rea

. Weeks before the DUI. M

was a

nth-old daughter, her face red and scrunched up, wailing. I scooped her

y weren't tears of grief. They were

she quieted, my m

to plead with them, to make them understand. I had played their

I would pla

ve word, every act of "care" that was j

use it all a

forgiveness. This

y would neve