My father-in-law threw me and my six children out into the pouring rain, shouting, “Only real bl00d belongs in this house.”
“Leave this house with your six kids. You don’t belong here anymore, and my son is gone. I was more affected by Patrick Callahan’s words than by the rain that fell over Pine Valley at midnight. Sophie, my infant, was nestled against my chest as I stood outside the iron gate. My mother-in-law had gathered…