If there is a hell (and I hope so after reading this story!), we should all pass around a collection plate to buy “Mr. F.” a non-refundable, one-way ticket.
How could you do this to your child? How?
As gruesome a tale this is, I’ve read the story a few times because I just can’t believe that someone could be capable of such a horrible crime. The fact that it was committed against his own kin is beyond mind-blowing.
What kind of life can this woman possibly have now? And what about her kids, which, if you want to get technical, are also her siblings? But the thing that I find particularly puzzling is how his wife – her mother? – could be upstairs in the same house and not suspect that something not-quite-right was going on? For 24 years?