Reborn: I Sent My Daughter Away First
Language: en
My husband’s childhood friend, Poppy, has always been the innocent, whimsical type. Despite being nearly thirty, she insists she’s just an eight-year-old at heart. She eats from a special baby bowl and drinks from a sippy cup. She even sleeps in a cradle. My husband, Arthur, and his mother enable her completely. They even had a nursery built for her in our home. Then one day, while I was busy cooking in the kitchen, Poppy picked up my one-month-old daughter and threw her onto the hard tile floor. Her tiny skull was fractured, and she died right in front of me, her blood pooling on the…