Judgment of His White Moonlight
Language: en
When a psychopath broke into our daughter’s kindergarten, my husband offered up our little girl to exchange for a hostage, leading to her brutal death. At a later dinner party, his best friend and his wife were doting on each other, their plump, healthy son full of life. Seeing how skeletal and hollowed-out I had become, the wife leaned in and whispered, "Thank God it wasn't my precious boy who died." I flipped the dining table in a rage. A shard of broken porcelain cut her, but the person who panicked and rushed to her side first was my own husband. In court, the killer escaped the death…