My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First

We would not be safe until every last person who had a reason to want us dead was behind a locked door.

And I made a decision, lying in that bed with the broken glass still on the floor, that I would not rest, would not soften, would not look away for a single moment, until every one of them was accounted for.

I had climbed out of a grave for my sons.

I was not going to lose them to a syringe in a hospital room because I let myself believe, too soon, that the worst was over.

The worst is over when the last door closes.