The Monster They Made Me

m, taking my sweet six-year-old Lily to Kids'

orld shattered. A b

lifeless body, her head gone, crafti

My best friend, Jessica,

husband, David, abandoned me, highli

s, Murders Daughter" screamed headlines, bolstered by

usations, I plunged

flooded my mind: me, holding the shears, filled with rage, striking Lily. I c

und exactly where I "remembered" it-seemed to sea

tiny flicker of inner doubt persi

the crowd. She wasn't yelling. She was smiling. A

something raw. "You did thi

"She's having an affair with my husb

ly started to unravel the terrifying conspirac