In-Law Murder: My Husband Breaks at the Truth
My hands became coated in slick fragments of torn flesh, but their eyes still gradually lost their light.
Once, I had watched Mom and Dad burn to death, utterly helpless to save them. I had studied relentlessly, determined never to let my loved ones die before my eyes again.
Yet I still failed to stop Wyatt and Margie, who had raised me, from dying right in front of me.
With a quivering hand, Wyatt pulled a yellowed medical record from his chest. On it, Roland was clearly diagnosed with severe dissociative identity disorder.
Margie, tears streaming down her face, clutched the medical record tightly and shoved it into my bloodstained palm.